"Because I'm lonely," she whispered as she arrived at where he was seated and sidled up next to him."Yes, I can imagine," Ethan answered confidently, ...uffing out his chest. "I'm busy right now. You should have called first." Please don't refuse me," she whispered in his ear as she bent down to him. "You know you cannot refuse me." She smoothed her hand over his thigh and placed her hand over his penis. She felt it starting to stiffen under his trousers. She passed her hand over it several times. I handed it to her with a mild hypnotic added, obtained through a chemist I knew of who dealt in such things under the table. I tried to talk to her pleasantly, but in general acted no differently than usual. At lunchtime, I stopped her and spoke to her as she came back, walking her to my cubicle on the pretext of discussing a problem. (Hers was near that of Martinson, the older man.) When she sat in my extra chair, I put her under. "On a scale of zero to ten, with zero being. I took another sip when he moved closer to me and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Jonas. " I smiled, shook his hand and said "I'm Sandy, nice to meet you. Jonas was dressed casually in a pair of khaki shorts, sneakers and a blue golf shirt. We made small talk as we drank. Half way through my second drink, the conversation led to flirting. Jonas put his hand on the small of my back, and whispered in my ear, "You have really amazing breasts. Are they real?" I blushed and replied, "Thank you and yes. It's not easy to find young people willing to share their intimacy in this way. We're so looking forward to your little show. Especially if your lady is as good-looking as you."The lights went down. Tracey danced innocently onto the stage as a CD played 'Boys and Girls Come Out to Play.' I forgot my surroundings and saw only her petite, pixie figure. Soon she began to undress. The breasts I loved so much were perfect as they appeared, apparently so shyly. The blouse and skirt came off. But not.