The camera panned down her body, pausing briefly on her gently swaying breasts before giving us a close up of the other girl, a short haired blond, us...ng long strokes of her tongue on the red heads twat. She would start right on the redhead’s rosebud, obviously applying a fair bit of pressure as the tip of her tongue would disappear into her ass before she would begin a long stroke up, through the middle of her widely parted pussy lips to finish with the flourish of a circle around her clit. It was one of the many inconveniences they had to suffer.Benin recognised the colours of the hand crafted little plaque that appeared on her desk one morning. The carved Siberian scene had been carefully colourised with the office fountain pen ink. An elk stood proud, surveying the taiga as it erupted in the brilliant colours of the brief Spring. Benin had no doubt who the artist was. Such a gift would never have occurred to John.Pavel breezed in trying to pretend that it was business as usual.. “Look a full head of hair and a nice goatee.” The back of her hand ran across his bearded cheek. Sandy ran her hands along his arms. “Look you are so muscular and fit. Who would not want to be held in those arms?” Charlie was normally cool under pressure but he was beet red and sweating under the intensely seductive comments. Almost on cue, Rachel and Sandy, together, leaned in and kissed Charlie and Rachel playfully wiped a few beads of sweat from his face. Could this really be happening-. ” “You’re mad,” she said.“OK basic it is.” he laughed, it was the work of a moment to push her into the basic cubicle and slam the door. He hadn’t cuffed her wrists, but he put the lights out and left.He hadn’t needed to cuff her hands, the closet was padded like a padded cell. “Let me out,” Zania screamed. “Let me out you bastard!” The first eight hours in the tiny space were not too bad, Zania’s voice stared wavering about five hours in and she ran out of new curse words but there was no.