They were big into overtime at the office where I worked. Unpaid, at that. Our manager told us it was character-building. Evidently he felt he already... had a surplus of character himself, since he was out of the door by 5pm every day. Two or three of us would be selected to put in the extra hours whenever required, which was generally always. In the winter, given my living arrangements, I didn't really mind working late. Sometimes I even volunteered. But now it was the blazing height of a. She started laughing and told something to everyone that resulted in all of them laughing.She surprised me even more by asking my name, she knew some english.I told her my name and then she said to me show.I was already hard seeing all these women half nude.I dropped down my pants and they started laughing even more..Very small she said.I begged her to help me.She told something to mulaka in their language and then came to me and had a close look at my cock.She took it in her hand and began. It was still puffy from thelunchtime romp and I knew he could see the hickies onmy boobs.“The boys told me about your performance, your skills,over at the hotel, but I would like a small sample, andthen I want you to go buy some clothes; there is areception tonight for some important clients.”I blinked at him as he swiveled his chair, pulled downhis zipper and flopped out his enormous penis. Itlooked like a slab of veal, a couple of pounds maybe,like a rack of ribs. He smiled at me. James eyes went wide at the sight of the beast trying to get at Britney Spears' cunt, and then a wide grin spread across his lips."Now I know you're a slut," he told her. "Even dogs know a bitch when they smell one. Ya heard that, bitch! Ha-ha-ha!"'Wha... what is this bastard talking about?' Britney was more confused then ever. 'Why is he talking about dogs at a time like this?'James must have been reading her mind, because just then he pulled his cock out of her mouth and turned her head so.