" Why?" I asked."For a while I thought it was just bad luck. But I've changed my mind. The truth is, my boss doesn't like me. He doesn't want me to be... promoted. I've found out that he's actually moved behind the scenes to keep me from advancing." Dad shook his head. "I've actually been thinking about quitting and finding a new job. It's frustrating." Why doesn't he like you?" I don't know," Dad sighed. "It may just be personality. Or he may feel threatened by me. When I first was transfered to. In addition, he ordered a fine Cuban half Corona cigar and also requested the waiter to bring the vicious instrument that he was now going to use to decorate Becca's fine breast globes with stinging stripes of agony.James had already organised with the Maitre-de, the type of cane that he wished to use, and the slim four feet length of leather-covered whalebone was quickly placed in his right hand.Becca watched her Master after her request. Her eyes were wide now, as if in shock of what she. It was far past her bedtime and ever since Paul had poured half a bottle of champagne into her asshole, a numbing sensation had been rising through her whole body. Now she barely had her eyes open. She clenched and unclenched her fingers as her whole body was pushed and pulled and contorted with each thrust from three different cocks.Chad yanked her head from one side to the other repeatedly as he pulled her throat on and off his cock. Gene wrapped his arms around her stomach and compressed her. It was like the handle of a boiling pot that didnt have a wrap on it. She leaned in close, closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out. She was caught off guard that it tasted just like skin. For some reason she had expected a penis to taste different, to be different. She licked it on the underside twice, like an ice cream and on the third one let her tongue go over the tip. His pre-cum caught on her tongue and the taste of that really caught her attention. She opened her eyes in reaction and.