Mistress Gray positioned the machine between the slave's legs. It was a fucking machine, and the dildo on the end of it could be considered nothing le...s than a punishment dildo. Only the very tip was a slightly soft rubber -- the rest was hard, ridged metal. The base was curved to fit a vulva, but had raised spikes. The spikes were dull, and wouldn't cut the skin, but they would beat into it with the force of the strokes of the machine, horribly bruising the slave's delicate, lower lips.The. Ms. Wu gave you the assignment on Monday morning, and the conference call was scheduled for end of day, Friday. A full week. No problem.Except that now it?s 4:00 PM on Friday afternoon, and the report?s not finished.It?s almost ready. Despite a series of unlikely and unexpected obstacles, you managed to pull together all of the information you needed for the report, except for one item: a pie chart that you asked Brad from Accounting to prepare for you. He dawdled and dragged his feet, and you. He leaned over and whispered, "Hi. I'm Jason. My wife's name is Sharon. She's a beauty, isn't she?"The last words he said staring into my eyes. I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed to have been caught staring at her. I mumbled something not even I could understand.He continued, just loud enough for the sound to reach my ears, "How would you like to have all of that you want? Tits, pussy, ass, anything you want. Would you like that?"My head jerked around to look at him, incredulously. I. I began to notice a pattern after going thru a few dozen pics. They were all petite girls with big burly guys, I mean allover big, not just their members. Most all of them were a cumshot of some sort. A few of them were light S&M, and one had the girl wearing a strap on! The last pic was nothing but the text that read Now you send me what you get off to. I was beginning to feel like I had a digital stalker. How did she get the upper hand here and why did I allow it? Just then, music stopped..