By the eleven minute mark the newscast was turning to chaos. Cum dripped off the woman’s chin on her papers and she was having a hard time reading t...hem, not to mention the almost constant flow of jizz over her eyelids. She would wipe off barely enough to see but made no effort to clean off the thick jelly of semen that glazed her whole face. The men were becoming more aggressive. One ripped her blouse open — she bravely wrestled to maintain her posture, but not to fight him off or protect her. “As do I.” She pulled another handful of papers out of the box.“Oh. Uh, sorry, Alaina. I won’t do it again!” The younger girl glanced nervously at her desk-mate. “Um, I’m gonna go now, but I’ll get that sketch done tonight and make a vector for tomorrow, okay?”“Sure, Theresa, I’d appreciate that.”“Okay. Um, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” Theresa got up to leave.“You can leave a grayscale printout on my desk if you don’t see me,” Alaina said, cutting off the underclassman’s obvious escape. Few things surprised her anymore; she had worked for Mr. Tyler for several years and was very good at judging people. But this man scared her.He had been pacing around the office like a caged wolf, pausing at the apex of each circuit to check his appearance in the mirror at the end of the room. While his hand-tailored suit spoke of refined tastes and high quality, the scars on the hand that straightened the tie and smoothed the hair told of a more violent past, one that was only lightly wrapped. At leastnot just yet. She started going through each of the drawers carefully.She found piles and piles of silky lingerie. It looked like nothing butthe best for the Duchess. Michelle giggled and began unbuttoning hermaid's dress. She stripped off the dress and the apron. She stepped outof the 3 inch heeled black leather pumps. Underneath, she wore a pair ofwhite cotton panties and a plain white sports bra. She quickly removedthem both. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a pair of.