.Arizona. It's a real place. Look it up, Rand McNutty!" Oh," was my witty retort.That lengthy, circuitous discussion did remind me, for some reason, ...o cancel my afternoon appointments with Mr. Abbott and Mr. Costello. But now finally it was time to get down to bidness as the kids say. I slowly walked around her naked body, adding 127 steps to my Fitbit total for the day.Then slipping a blindfold over her baby blues I took my next step. Instead of boring nipple clamps, I fastened a very. The stupid thing was ringing. Two things appeared on the screen; the time showed 3:17AM and the caller ID showed Vicky Summers was calling."Hello?", Emily answered hoarsely, only barely awake."Don't 'hello' me you backstabbing slut! I'm not even gone one day and you're already trying to seduce my husband. I thought you were my friend, you low-life bitch! If you touch my husband, I swear, I'll shoot you dead you... , you vicious, trashy whore!", Vicky was spitting fire and venom in her. There was no risk of getting pregnant."Martin, obviously being much more intelligent than Mike, became very angry. I could tell it was all he could do to keep from screaming. Then that same anger turned to deep sadness. "Why would you do that to me? You know, not all boys are dying to have sex. Some of us care what our parents think. Some of us want to do something with our lives." He caught his breath as I cried on his chest."You misunderstand," I said with tears streaming down my face.. At work I would sit during a quiet moment, sip a coffee and look around at my male colleagues, and imagine them holding me down, ripping of my panties, and taking the turn with me, all of them leaving their sperm inside me, wanting me to have their baby and watching my stomach swell with their f***ed seed. Being dominated like that made me squirm in my seat, my legs crossed and my thighs involuntarily squeezing my poor swollen clitoris, I was wanting to have an orgasm right there in the office.