Mentally though I’m exhausted and I have really struggled to cope with everything that has happened with me this past week.So Tahlia decided I neede... a week off. She rang my Boss posing as a physiotherapist to say I had injured my back and any important work would need to be done from home. I confirmed it with him to which he has given me the entire week off to recover. Tahlia told him I wasn’t fit enough to drive into the office, never mind sit in a chair all day, and there was absolutely no. Hands on my tits, hands pulling my cheeks apart. Hands, rubbing and slapping my engorged lips. I writhed, trying to move but my bindings held firm. Fingers pressing into my cunt, pushing against my tight arsehole, rolling and pulling my nipples as I bucked against it not wanting it to stop. My head fell forward, I was getting tired and I knew there was much more to come. Then it stopped, footsteps, shuffling away, silence in my darkened world. Kerry had plainly had enough considering what else. His head and a good bit of his torso towered above the walls of my cubicle, as he was 6' 8" tall in his bare feet. I was a big man myself, and used to looking down on people, but Steve was the only person in the office bigger than me. I should have realized he could look comfortably over the top of my walls and read what was on my screen. How could I have allowed myself to be lulled into a false sense of security by two stupid partitions that weren't even 6 feet high?I immediately hit the. "Now this is a really comfortable chair," he thought.An image of a tall very well built handsome man with sandy blond longhair and sparkling ice blue eyes appeared before him. The image wasdressed in a loose fitting open white cotton shirt and trousers. Theimage was very commanding and solid looking. An image that only thefinest hologram decks could put out."How may I be of assistance Miss. Chaney," the image said in a richtenor.Rodger was completely at a loss seeing such a masculine image.