The chain leads down to across Dave's desk, across the floor and to the couch on the opposite end of his office. Lying on the couch is a woman. She's ...earing a blue skirt, heels and a crisp white shirt, the top four buttons are undone. The chain runs up along her body and as Dave pulls and squeezes and shakes the ball, the chain pulls on the two screws that are clamped tightly around the woman's nipples.The woman rises from the couch. She's 5'10" has long red hair and green eyes. Her C cup. The closer that I was to home the more I would be reliant on my parents and the less I would need to rely on myself. That was my mentality and I am sticking by it to this day. But honestly it was the fact that I could not remember my friends that struck me. I would look at someone that I graduated high school with and not remember who they were. The face was recognizable but I could not put a name to it. I could not put a movie to it. I didn’t even know if I had sex with a girl! I know that I. Liza was in the meeting room, with two guys. They seemed to be laughing, having a good time just hanging out, until one of them leered at Liza’s tits, and Alana stopped short. They didn’t notice her there, and the one that leered raised a hand to cup her breast. Liza gave a seductive smile that made Alana’s heart thump, and her manicured left hand slid oh-so-slowly over the growing bulge in the man’s slacks. The other man got behind her, and grabbed an ass cheek in each of his large hands,. I licked his shaft and then wanked him as I bent to lick and suck his smooth balls then raised them slightly to lick down underneath right up to his asshole. I was drunk with lust and desire, drunk with cum, my lips felt swollen from the sucking I had given to Chris's cock but I craved another hot cocks worth of cum to swallow.Dave raised his ass so I could more easily reach his puckered hole. Fuck, said Dave my wife won't even do that, oh yes lick my asshole you dirty fucking whore, his words.