?Good,? she said, ?I’d hate to think you were getting your rocks off while we’re working.? She jerked the gun upwards against my crotch, slamming ...t painfully into my balls. I gasped and almost doubled up, dropping my hands instinctively. She laughed and pushed me back against the wall. ?Get your hands back up,? she snarled. Your balls won’t have dropped off.?Satisfied that I wasn’t going to cause any more trouble she turned her attention back at Jacqueline. ?OK, you get to keep the pearls but. 'You know, like Friday, ' she grins.'Ah yes, Friday.' I'm slightly disappointed but I can't help grinning too. Because Friday's lunchtime performance was pretty funny.I came back from mine (I almost always go out for a long lunch on Fridays) and I find Natasha having a late one at her desk. She's tucking into this Chinese assortment; sweet and sour pork and all the trimmings basically. That's not what's funny, however. What's funny is she has the 'dieting' Sylvia (who's absolutely famished. She ripped apart her uniform's top and dropped the Dickies jeans, stepping from them without so much of a misstep. She came to Carl and knelt straddling his broken form and pressed a full tit against his mouth, “Suck it like you used to,” she hissed, “tell me you're divorcing your wife for me.” The voluptuous demon kept her tit crushed into Carl's face and cackled hideously as Carl witnessed more lashes falling against Beatrice's tortured body. She writhed as each new punishment was laid. So much for pedagogy. I brushed the hand lightly away and turned slightly, just in time to see him toss me a curious glance. ‘When should we get together?’ Paul asked him politely. ‘Oh, soon, soon, ‘ the manager said. ‘ yes indeed. Very promising. ‘ All this time he was doing his best to knead the buttery flesh of my ass checks with a hand that was surprisingly strong, as I continued to brush the hand away as quietly as I could. ‘ we must have dinner some time. And bring the young lady.’ this.