I plugged the input cord into my laptop and pressed play. I had pre-loaded several hours worth of some of the most hardcore sadomasochistic pornograph... I could find on the internet, women and men being severely tortured in all sorts of ways. The volume was turned all the way up and I could hear the first video start playing, the painful screams of the eighteen year old girl who was tied up in the video having a dildo the size of a horse cock forced into her asshole while her tits were tied up. Her breasts were medium sized, and her ass was nicely toned from her daily work outs. She had long black hair, and deep green eyes. Standing there, sweaty, wearing her tiny white tank top and tight black mini yoga shorts, she looked beautiful. Katie had never talked to Tasha much, but she knew her. Tasha was always really nice to everyone. “What's wrong?” she asked as she pulled off her shirt. Suddenly, Katie had to look away. She didn't want to admit to herself that she was checking out. " I guessed that Paul didn't want to be disturbed. "Shit Mark! He really needs to be picked up, like right now!"I was calculating how long it would take for me to metamorphose back to male mode and then drive the twenty miles when Rebecca came up with a solution."You could just go as you are?" She was serious!"What! You're fucking kidding me!" Truth be known, the thought got my heart pumping. I hadn't experienced 'the shakes' for a very long time, I guess the excitement of my pending sortie was. He was dam flirty… first day to his lady college saying… “Masha Alla kya banaya hai kudrat ne… dil karta hai abhi ghar le javu aur ghar ko sajadu..!” but I don’t know I never feel bad about his comments… Jaise hi din bite we become good friends. We have started sharing our emotions, problems everything to each other. Even tough I was a mother of 1 year old son, I was just 27 year old and no other in our office was in this range and there was no lady in my department so Mudassar is the only one.