He asked me what movie I wanted to watch, I told him to choose. We ended up watching Avatar. He sat next to me on the couch. When the movie was over,...we started playing call of duty. I never really like this game, and usually watched him play it. He was not very good, but when I said I watched him play it, I meant I watched him, not the game. We played for about an hour, and finally, bored, he announced that he was hungry. He asked me what I wanted, to which I just said Whatever. We settled on. "I need some dick," Deidre informed him, as if she was requesting stapler. "And you're going to give it to me. Okay?" He said nothing. She pushed him back until he hit the door, lowering herself to a crouch, her skirt hiking up around her waist. Of course, she wore no panties. They only got in the way when it came time to get down to business. She went to undoing his belt buckle, and then his zipper. "But you're Human Resources . . ." He said shakily, tangling his hands in his hair. He. Of course he was standing ... never mind.As she walked me to the hallway, threading our way among quietly busy staffers, Constance said, “Give my best to Barton. He’s a good one, Winter.”Barton Diller may well be a good one, but he had the round, damp face of a little boy who’d never quite been able to please his mother. Moist handshake as well.But the 56-year old man exuded warmth. Charm. Bright blue eyes glistened with, I assumed, intelligence.Barton was dressed like a power broker from the. Muffled cries told of the pain. A dildo holding belt complete with a large inflatable dildo was brought forth. The dildo was pushed home in a single stroke, filling the slave maid’s vagina. The belt was fastened securely running between her legs and around her waist. The straps on it were very narrow, intended only to hold the dildo in. Bragk brought fourth an inflator and inflated the dildo to immense proportions. More muffled cries issued forth from the slave maid’s pain wracked body..