The only thing people see when they walk in to me is a girl dressed and cuffed like a runaway from a cheap prison flick with a stick in her mouth like... a dog, drooling on my sweater. And it makes it impossible to ask by passers to uncuff me, in fact, it makes it impossible to say anything intelligible. You know damn well that if I tray to say something sensible that stick will drop out of my mouth, and then just how am I supposed to pick it up? I can?t use my hands, not to get the key loose, but. I moaned my approval of the warm whirlpool of her mouth.I rested my hands in her curly black hair, and ran one hand down her neck, to stroke her upper back as she licked and suckled my organ.She drew off me, and daintily wiped her mouth with her shirt tail.I reached for the garment, and raised it. She reached up and I tossed it into the corner.I caught my breath at her stunning beauty. A mixture awe and guilt passed through me. The law said she was to young but nature stated otherwise.The. All she can do is serve the two’s desire, being nothing but the base for their Eiffel tower formation. Naturally, she begins to ponder whether her accountability in this matter, wondering if it’s her fault the pair is ravishing her body. Her mind starts to think about what others think when they find out. Whether her boyfriend would leave her for another woman, one that’s still pure and untainted by the world. Likewise, if others would praise her for enduring this treatment or only further. " Daniel pauses, and closes his laptop. "Monday, I'm signing my resignation letter; I don't need this shit. I'll help Philip and everyone else over the weekend, but after that, I'm fucking gone from this shithole of a company."Daniel leaves the meeting room, along with the other colleagues, leaving Philip and Ruth sitting next to each other, silent before the tension that built up in the room."Well ... The hell with it, Philip," Ruth says, as she begins to pack her laptop and notes in her case..