One Sunday morning the manager asked me to go into the stock room in the basement and to count the non-perishables. Having spent about an hour in ther... I heard the voice of one of my female colleagues, Gemma. She was calling my name and came in to offer some help with the counting. I had done majority of the things on the list when she came in. Gemma was the most attractive of my colleagues always well turned out, immaculate hair and make up that accentuated her facial features perfectly, and. I would too could be seen by her arranging my cock and balls into a more comfy position. It was nonsexual. In the mornings, Etty could see me with my morning woody, non of us being embarrassed. If I was using the toilette for peeing, she wouldn’t wait till I’ve finished, but would use the sink or the bath tub while I was there. It worked the same, while she was using the toilettes and I needed to shave or shower. You may wonder how we managed with people visiting the apartment. Well, quite. Our job here is done but they are not immune to having some fun at work. “please…” whispers the woman.“Ask her for a name, will you”, says Frank. “And, what is your name, if I may ask, whore?” says Brian, pushing her jaw with his gun once again. “I like to know the names of people I fuck up. Call it an eccentric habit if ya will.”She closes her eyes once again and the shivering becomes even more pronounced.“p-p-p-p…”“What? P what? Pam? Pamela? Peggy? Penelope?”“Pandora?” says Alan,. I was charming to those people who could get me things, and then I stabbed them in the back when I no longer needed them. Then, there were the women. I treated them like Kleenex, using them and throwing them aside when I was finished."Then, I met her. She was the embodiment of my fantasies. She was a sexy, young Indian girl. I took her home to have what I thought was going to be just another one-night stand. Then, after a session of wild sex, I woke up to find I had changed into my dream.