I closed my eyes and tried to picture a sexy female celebrity that would motivate me to masturbate for the first time. A sexy picture of the dark hair...d Italian Hollywood stunner, Monica Bellucci, came to mind wearing a very low cut black dress with her big breasts spilling out. My dick twitched to life on its own as it got turned on. My right hand moved up and down the shaft of it slowly and then the picture of her huge breasts zoomed in making my hand move faster. My breathing grew heavy as I. I loved the way it felt on my tongue, lips, and the roof of my mouth. I loved knowing how much pleasure he we getting while being kept denied any pleasure of my own due to the tiny cock cage keeping my penis from getting hard. "I think you should go get a condom, I'm sure you have some," Damien said soothingly. I extricated myself from his cock and stood up, nearly falling over in the high heels of my boots. Shaking with nervousness, I walked to the bedroom of my apartment while Damien. “But, sometimes, well, I have needs...”“How do you usually look after your needs?” Asks Charley, back to playing the interviewer.Olivia smiles again. “Men don’t chase me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get them when I need them. And when I say ‘them’, I do mean multiple ... It takes two or three men to satisfy my needs. You see, I’m only truly satisfied when I’m overwhelmed, and there isn’t a man alive who can overwhelm me on his own!”Charley brightens up, “And is this where doggies come into. I gasped. I had no idea their salaries would be so large!That's how much the world values their skills and abilities. Think,Charlie, how that compares to how much the world values your skillsand abilities. That's quite a big difference, isn't it?"Yes," I agreed, feeling pretty small and insignificant.Now look around you, Charlie. Would it surprise you to know that youare paid less than everyone on this floor?"Really?" I looked around. "But... but... I'm a dedicated dataassistant!"Yes, but.