Her blond hair was just starting to grow in the back, but was still quite short. She was wearing a white sheath, exposing just a little of her cleavag..., but cut so tightly that she could not possibly have worn underwear. I was quite nervous about whether the dress I had selected would fit, but I was pleased to see that it had. Tight around her neck was a single black band with a white cameo in front. I couldn't see it from where I was, but I knew it was of a kneeling slave girl.I got up as the. She had complained of his attitude, his attendance, lateness and his dress code. All the men wore shirts and ties but Ian always had to be different. He liked to be a bit of a lad, a Stone Island jumper, CP Coat and sneaking his trainers on when he could, but she always caught him.Carol despised Ian like she did other straight males who coasted from job to job never displaying anything but the minimum effort. Slouching around the office, tossing out sexist comments and leering at female. But instead of advancing and finishing them off, the other men seemed content to hold them as they were, waiting, but for what? All was quiet with the exception of the men who lay mortally injured and dying, calling for their mothers and angels of mercy to take them from their suffering. Slowly the men began to part, and Gabriella, who stood with her clothes tattered, from the many slices of sabers her own body covered with many, many superficial wounds, her own blood mixing with her mens on. I dropped my clothes and went to the rock, my cock was already so hard a cat could not scratch it. The man was getting his camera ready the woman told me she did not want to do this. I asked why she was and she replied to make her marriage better. She told me if this not get her husband to fuck the shit out of her she was thru with him. The man said he was ready and the woman started to suck my cock. I was streaming pre-cum like a man who had not had pussy for twenty years. The woman was not.