I went to my work and was busy. It was 8 and didn’t get any calls from Rosy, and was relaxed thinking that I was spared that day.My office phone ran... at 8.45 pm and heard the same sexy voice telling to meet her in her cabin. My tension was increased to its peak. I was walking towards her cabin and saw no body in office and maximum lights were off. I reached and went inside with sweating and saw her and surprised to see that she was looking fresh at that late also. I sat and she offered me. She began to see us, not as loving slaves, but as objects, sex objects, to be used only for her own gratification and then, to further her corporate success. Now, even though Yuki and I each gave her our million, she seems to need money very badly. She sold Cindy..." Wait, I remember her from the Empire Club. Redheaded, pretty... uh, they made her..." Well, Vickie found a client from the Middle East who gets off on that sort of thing and when he discovered she could... take... well, you. No she didn’t. She wasn’t pausing. She was done. Yikes! Is she helping me or Jeff or both of us? Is she predicting we’ll fail and just trying to get me ready for it? ‘Thank you,’ for confusing the crap out of me. She rose and I accepted the signal. She put her arm around my shoulder and led me back to the foyer. Sam was dancing his way towards us singing, ‘Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ’till it’s gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot.’ Was he too. I was going crazy, then?Images of the night before, which, until now, I'd apparently repressed,flared in my consciousness, memories of Brad straddling me, of histhick, long, hard cock thrusting into me, impaling my buttocks andprobing deep within my rectum. He'd pounded me hard and fast, and I'dgrunted and groaned, feeling the pleasure of surrender, of violation, ofbeing nothing but an object, an orifice, designed to satisfy his needand to give him pleasure, with no thought of me.Now, as I.