Jamie was just sitting there reading and looked up at me, face getting red, A girl your age really shouldnt dress like that. –I rolled my eyes, Oh c...me on. Its just shorts. Then I flipped it to comedy central. –I could feel that she was watching me which made me curious about her. I looked her up and down out of the corner of my eye with envy. Why couldnt I have big boobs like hers? Why does she hide them under those baggy shirts? I wonder how thin she is. She walked to the kitchen and I saw. She turned her head away from him and started to cry as quietly as she could manage as he pressed himself between her legs, grinding his hard cock against her pussy. She gasped and put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, continuing to grind against her. With all her effort she struggled against his grasp, but got no where fast, and after a few moments she went limp under him, having given up. He took her despair as. "Sort of... erotic stories, sir." I see. And are these erotic stories relevant to your work here, Helen?" Well, no sir, I'm sorry sir, I won't do it again, sir." She looked down at her shoes."And then the other thing. I've heard rumours. Rumours of inappropriate behaviour with colleagues in the workplace."Fuck. Double fuck. Kevin had said he would keep his mouth shut. But obviously, he'd been bragging to his mates about that blow job last week."If it was just rumours, perhaps I could ignore. Her body was tattooed and she stood confident. His arms hung against his sides, as if to show her that she wasn’t wanted. Looking for approval, she pulled away and looked up at him. His eyes didn’t waver and she started to move down onto her knees. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to her feet. He sat on the bed and pulled her over his knees, and her ass sat high in the air. Her hands lay crossed on her lower back. His left hand caressed her hair and as he moved his hand down her head.