., what doyou want me to do, Mama-san?" she stammered."I want you to get down on your knees and start kissing his balls,tramp," Kimberley snapped, mor... insistently.Knowing better than to disobey that tone of voice, Poppy shuffled overto the front of number 7 and, slightly reluctantly knelt in front ofhim. Confronted by his red and swollen genitals she knew there was nowno way out of this and puckered her red lips and began to tenderly kissthe balls in front of her.Number 7 groaned slightly but. . before making his exit."Hi!" I smiled at the man, the way I always did, a little shy, a little demure, and a lot friendly."You must be Samantha." The man was tall, maybe 35 years old, I guessed, and a little overweight. Most of them were. But that was okay. I was getting used to it."Uh-huh ... I'm sorry I didn't get to change." I looked down at myself, at my plaid skirt, pleated and reaching just above my knees, my simple white blouse and loose blue tie, and the royal blue blazer with the. He was not fat or even overweight. He kept fit but was not obsessive about it. He was six feet tall, and thus about the average height of the other men in the office.There were some shorter, some taller, but everyone felt short when next to Simon, who stood at six feet six inches and was broad shouldered with big hands, and everyone knew what that meant! Simon was also obscenely handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes, and he knew it. Obviously he knew he had blond hair and blue eyes, but he. When she held my hand, my heart was pounding faster. She dragged me in and hugged me tightly. A few seconds later, I responded to her hug by embracing her tight.The door was still open while we continued our hug. I broke the hug, closed the door, looked at her, and smiled.“How do you like my dressing today?” Shruti asked and continued to say, “I dressed for you, Nik.”“Oh my! Shruti! You know… I am…You are… I don’t know…” I stammered.“It’s ok,” she cooled me as she guided me to the couch.”Sameer.