I tried to convince myself that I’d seen a fox, a cat, anything other than that awful fucking thing … Every time I closed my eyes and tried to sle...p I’d see it again, I’d see that grinning, evil countenance, and feel the sadness that its filthy, contaminated contact with my brain caused. Whatever it did inside my head — whether it fed somehow and that I nourished it in some way, or even if it was just fucking with me for its own perverse enjoyment — it left something with me. I know something. ”Amy had never felt more foolish in her entire life. She was naked, in her office, for God’s sake and was seriously considering masturbating. She had often wondered about people who are caught doing outrageous things at work. She feared that Vivian could make her into one of those people. Unable to start, she gazed pleadingly at Vivian. “Please,” Amy whispered.“Nine minutes.”Moaning in desperation, Amy slid her hand into the damp and tangled hair between her thighs. She looked up into Vivian. She was standing at the vanity, brushing her wet hair, nude and damp from the shower. Her heart-shaped ass and curvy hips drew my attention away from the sight of her jiggling breasts in the mirror. Between her slightly spread legs, I could just see her pout, glistening invitingly, and my lust responded.I approached her, put my hands on her hips, and kissed her shoulder. Then I put my hand on her upper back and pushed her gently forward."Lean forward and spread your legs a little more," I. When the throne is down off the dais, Barbie looks to me and says, "Rochambeau?" We say the words. "Ro-cham-beau," and throw our choices. I throw rock and she throws paper. She wins the throw. Dan doesn't need to know that our throws were scripted. She places her key on a chain around her neck as I use mine to unlock his poor cock from the chastity cage. She arranges herself on the seat as I stroke his cock to get the blood into it. She pulls the hem of her dress up and Dan knows what to do. It.