He promised never to tell anyone.I would lie there, dressed like a cheap slut, dreaming of being firmly filled with cock and cum and used for whatever...kinky fantasy my tormentors dreamed up for me.One morning, on my day off, I had planned to spend the whole day dressed. I was just admiring myself in the mirror when I heard a noise. I tried for a second to identify the noise, but couldn't. I just shrugged: I didn't know.As it turned out, there were quite a few things I didn't know. I didn't know. He fought hard to not show any emotion.Rachel interrupted and brought things back to the subject at hand. "Please. We're here to get protection for Mark's program from anyone who will try to encroach on it and steal it."Mark decided it was his turn to interrupt, "You wanted a test, Mister Caldwell, what do you have in mind?" Well I thought it would be a fair test for Harvey to access your computer and try to hack his way in. Fair enough?" No sir, it wouldn't be fair at all," Mark answered. “What?” Mitch prodded.“Well, you know, college is really fucking expensive these days,” she began.Mitch nodded. “Tell me about it, it took me almost ten years to pay off my last student loan.”“Right,” Tori agreed. “Well, the last two years, I was pretty desperate for cash, and quite frankly, I wanted to spend more than my parents were giving me. So, I got a job.”“A job?” Mitch said. “That doesn’t sound too crazy.”Tori grinned mischievously. “It was a job at a strip club. I’ve been stripping for. I again left my sentence unfinished.She (curiously): why do you stop in between. Complete the sentence, week in the knees and what…I naughtily replied, any man would go weak in his knees …and… Hard in his pants…!!!She started laughing and asked so are you also going hard in your pants now..?I dared her.. Why don’t you check for yourself..And what she did was unimaginable.. She just slide her hand below the table and actually placed over my dick, which was rock hard and bulging in my pants…She.