And that was one night when I needed to know I was still sexy, and desirable, and loveable, because someone thought it would be funny to start calling...me all sorts of names, then smack the seven bells out of me.’ Her voice was cold. ‘I know its pretty much impossible for you to love me, but a little kindness and consideration wouldn’t go amiss. Call your parents, tell them I’m sick or something. Hells, tell them the truth, there was some trouble at work and I’m in no state to see them.’ ‘Who.’. I hoped I was another but it's hard to judge oneself. Many people thought I was too blunt. I was trying to improve my social skills after the last few hints from my boss. I waited longer between interruptions and I had even posted a picture on company contact page to humanize myself. Most people didn't bother with a picture. I wasn't sure if my personal rehabilitation campaign was working. I assumed it would take a while rebuild some of the bridges I had burned during my spotted work history at. Rob gave a shaky sigh, perhaps thinking that his punishment was over. Then the Moor slammed home again, and with ebony fingers indenting Rob’s hips, pounded in and out in a relentlessly hard fucking. Rob screamed again and again, with each thrust, but the cock that Constance was fondling swelled in her hand even as a bit of blood from his torn anus oozed down his thighs. ‘You are liking it,’ she said. ‘Don’t forget this one, my lady,’ Marie said. She, too, was fondling a cock. William. The pile had continued to grow despite the entire workplace being reduced to three for the Christmas week closure. Turning to leave he found Stacey the high spirited receptionist blocking his exit. “You know Geoff,” she said playing with her peroxide blonde hair. “I’ve always wondered about your big feet. Is it true what they say about men and big feet?” “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” Geoff’s instant response. Stacey knew that Natalie the Senior Administrator was busy out the back..