....I need your fingers.....” No problem jimmy, I can do that, and i did. I stuck my pointer finger in my mouth, covered it with my warm spit. I loo...ed at his little anus, and thought, 'is that what mine looks like too?' I placed the tip right on it, and felt him tense up. I asked if he was ready, and he pushed back, impaling himself on my finger. His skinny body was tense, it was like stone. He stayed on my finger for a few moments. “fuck my ass!” he whispered, in pain and pleasure. I pulled. .....You're Jane Doe, a new high-school graduate from a small town, going to college in an even smaller town. In high school, you were an athlete, playing volleyball, running cross-country and track, and training all through the summer. Then, it felt natural to be so busy. You're 5'8", slim and toned, and you made tons of friends and had a lot of fun doing it all.And it's not like your grades ever suffered. The only B you ever got was in pre-calculus in 11th grade, and it was clearly because. I promise you, I wouldn’t lie. It’s just not worth the pain.”I grunted in response, not really saying a thing. I looked at Kim and then I looked at Dunbar. Finally I looked at Burton. Kim spoke up first.“Let’s see what we’ve got,” Kim suggested flatly, “and then I’ll decide whether Max here is telling the truth or not.”So we watched the video. What we heard left me shocked.Supposedly, and it was only based on what Max had informed Dunbar and Burton, Winslow had been ousted as CEO of Quantum. I’d slept with several of mine! But none of them were complaining. I had legitimate complaints about HIM from my team.“It’s all in good fun,” he protested.“I’m sure you see it that way. They don’t. I need you to stop. Immediately.”“Jesus, Steve! You can’t tell me you don’t flirt with all those hot women who work for you!”“This isn’t about flirting, Dante. This is about the complaints. If someone on my staff complained about me or one of the other guys hitting on them, I’d put a stop to it just.