Sat next to me was Helen, a stunning girl in her mid twenties who had already risen to a junior management role within the Marketing department. I kne... her purely to say hi to from having to fix her PC from time to time. We didn't really chat other than the odd hello when passing. Helen was the ultimate professional, very organised and business like in her approach and always was immaculately dressed, favouring smart skirt suits and very rarely wore trousers. Helen always wore sheer tights, at. She was not very successful, only shaming herself more.Michael smiled. "Let's get you back in these cuffs. You'll be cumming a lot more later on," he promised.Michael decided to just put on his clothes and threw Mita's in his trunk. Once he handcuffed her, he made her lay down in the backseat so no one would see her.It was ten minutes before they arrived at the house. Naturally, the next-door neighbors' cars were gone and a party could be heard on the other side of the block. Michael's section. ” I said, lying.“Oh I know a great place! I’ll go with you!” She went on about a new inclusion bar a few blocks away that catered to Denver’s LGBTQ community and she heard the music was great and she has a friend that can hook us up with some cabaret tickets SCREECH!“Cabaret, you say?” I smile with a raised eyebrow. She smiles back and it’s official. We are gonna go watch a tasteful lingerie show and hit the gay bar on Saturday. I like this chick.The rest of the week goes by and I’m getting to. I've warned him before about speaking to people like that." I said it loud enough to be heard over Richard's loud complaints. As soon as I said it, Richard started apologizing to them both. Joyce acted as if she couldn't care less about what he'd said to her, but Brenda was crying, and seemed visibly shaken up by the occurrences of the past few minutes. I didn't know if Phil would follow my instructions or not. The way I was feeling, I would probably do it myself, if he didn't want to. Richard.