She doesn't know a round from a bullet and she thinks that recoil is how you react if you're afraid of guns. So there really isn't a lot to talk about...with her. Second, she's a fucking egghead. Well, she used to be anyway. Fucking brilliant, actually. She gave it up halfway through a full-scholarship Ph.D. in Anthropology. It's actually a great story. As an undergrad, she switched from psych to sociology to anthropology because she got more and more interested in cross-cultural studies of. I giggled and replied “Really? You can ask me anything and that’s what you want to know?”. She said she didn’t know how to play but also said “Answer the question”. I told her I had on a handful of occasions but as I got good grades she can’t really moan. I explained that I went out with friends but didn’t do anything i*****l and that I was a good boy. “Awww, you’re a good boy and I trust you”, she said.“OK, Truth or Dare?” I asked. She hesitated and replied “Truth”. I wasn’t sure if she was as. Dan frowned for a second, and lifted the receiver off the phone.Melissa yanked her T-shirt off in fear, tossing it aside. She closed her eyes, and tears started to flow. She began to understand what was going to happen to her.Dan smiled, and put the phone back down. "That's better, Melissa. That's real good. Now take off the bra. I want to see your pretty titties."Openly crying, Melissa unfastened and removed her bra, her eyes on the phone the whole time. As she dropped it, Dan leaned forward,. At first she had been enjoying what she felt was an innocent massage, the redhead under her command tenderizing her sore thighs. It was only when the girls hands reached the rim of her panties, her fingers now lightly tickling her inner thighs, that the CEO finally woke up."AHHHhh.. Miss Rushman? I think that's more than enough."Pepper sat back up, straightening out her suit jacket and strappy tank top before reaching down her skirt, attempting to pull her assistant's soft hands free of her.