“Look I don’t know what your angle is but I’m not really interested ok? So really I suggest that you leave and...”The woman looked up at Alan ...emurely from the seat she had taken, “Your name is Alan Treibend Gance I gave you that middle name. It means adrift or lost as I am sure you have felt for a very long time.”Alan stood there with his mouth hanging open, unable to utter a single sound. No one knew his middle name, the two people that had, really knew nothing about what it meant. Then this. "Yes Please," I reply quietly."Of course. What are you using it for?" the clerk adds conversationally,and my mind goes blank..I obviously can't tell him the truth.. but nothing else occurs.. "Err.. awashing line?"Sure.. a forty metre washing line.. that works... oh fuck... he gives me aknowing grin, and I flush red, it's too hot in here! I take the profferedbag, slip my tampons inside, and hurry out the door. Leaning against thewall I take deep breaths of the cool air. Mistress Thorne saunters. The thought turned me on massively. I frequently got aroused as I thought these thoughts…my nipples would swell, almost painfully, and I’d feel my vagina getting wet. I’d address these episodes of arousal with desperate masturbation in bed or on the floor of my bedroom. I would orgasm easily but very intensely to the point that I’d go dizzy and my thighs and legs would tingle or even go numb as I went over the top. Sometimes it was just my fingers, but I also used improvised sex aids such as a. " You mutter getting up from your desk. Fucking bitch!You push past her and storm your way to the CEO office. She smirks as she lays back in your chair."Mr.Davis!" You scream at the CEO as he is just about to sip his coffee."Oh dear." He jumps, almost spilling his coffee on his damn ugly tie that he's been wearing for centuries. "Yes, I was just about to call for you. Please sit."You choose to stand, towering over the little man as he is sweating bullets.He clears his throat, avoiding eye.