This is crazy. You can’t walk out of here bare assed and walk across the office wrapped up like a Christmas present, your hands cuffed behind your b...ck. Get dressed and go. It’s not like she had ever done any of those things she wrote about. Fantasized, yes. One time a boyfriend had tied her up. Or the time one had tried to put his cock in her ass. She had stopped him, it hurt too much. But she had never really done those things. They were just stories, who knows where they came from. She stood. I turned the page in the book to give the impression I was reading. I imagined myself getting out of the chair and crawling over between his legs and pulling his pants down. His semi-hard dick would be resting between his legs. In my fantasy, I started kissing the head of his manhood. My tongue was sliding back and forth across the tip. Some of his sticky clear fluid seeped out.His hands were stroking the top of my head. It took seconds for the blood to rush into his dick as it stood out. It. The guy that invariably took care of me was Russ. He always dumped whoever he is busy with on another technician and attended to me.Russ was a really nice guy. You would never call him good looking, but he has indescribable charm. He stood five-feet-eleven tall, was lanky and somewhat dorky. He had puppy dog eyes and a goofy smile, which made it clear that he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer.All the workers at the fitment centre wore two-piece company overalls, with short jackets that. "Harvey what are you saying?" she asked. Her glare was intense and Harvey stepped back from the table."Hey sis, we just want everyone to be treated equal," he said defensively."Who's we," Lana asked."Well, just some guys I've been hanging out with," her brother said. "They just think everyone should be evacuated, not just a few."Lana sat down with a thump, eyeing her brother with disgust. "Do you realize you may have killed me and Dad?" she asked softly, sorrow plain in her voice."No sis, I.