Theoretically, all she would have to do to stop George from doing anything that she found objectionable would be to pull on the leash. That would put ...onsiderable compression pressure on his balls, and the pain would cause him to back off, immediately. The leash was made of something called "aircraft control cable," so there was no way that it could be broken by ordinary means. One end of the cable was locked to the restrainer, and the key was on the table beside her briefcase. The other end. She shot a quick glance over her shoulder. It appeared Gideon was done with his little office route already. Good, she thought. She wouldn't have to wait for long in the Mailroom. Though, she did kind of want to make the place a little more . . . fuck-friendly before he arrived. Oh well, she'd just have to make do. She was good at that. She hurried her pace. She arrived in the Mailroom minutes later. It was surprisingly large, and not-surprisingly littered with mail. A large, gray. I did get a call from Delilah, asking if she could see the video. Since she had been such a good sport — I mean, she had put up with all that cumming just as a favor to me — I agreed, and we watched the finished cut together. I have to say that watching a good porn video is best done with a sexy girl on your lap, impaled on your cockI dropped the DVD into Adriana's mailbox and waited. I was surprised that I didn't hear anything for the rest of the week, but not too surprised. I knew that she. She stared at me continuously, looking over my shirt, which hid my pale white skin, her tail swaying in curiosity. She scooted closer to me, I purposely ignored her, but secretly kept aware of her gazes. I relaxed a little, hunching down in the couch and putting my hands over my stomach, she followed my hands, and looked over my pants. They easily covered my own member, which was slowly, but surely, growing in size from all this attention. She looked down my legs, but couldn’t see much, I wore.