I reach into my pants and play with my cage. Yes, it is still there. Yes, it is still locked. No, I can't masturbate with this damn cage on.Finally, i...t's quitting time. Thankfully I wore snug underwear that prevented my lock from moving around and hitting against the plastic cage while I walked around. I don't think any of my staff or my customers noticed my cage under my pants. I survived my first day at the office. Time to hurry home, I need to fuck my key-holder.The whole drive home, I was. Enough info for now. On to the adventure, or SexVenture! Choose wisely and have fun! Choose your own SexVenture — The Office You the reader choose your sexcapades of who, when and how at a new, mysterious job in an office. = = = = = Page 1 = = = = = The alarm clock is buzzing. It has been for the last thirty seconds, unheard. Your leg dangles out from under the sheet and over the side of the bed. The other leg is nestled warmly under your body, in a semi-fetal position, helping to support the. How big the bad luck of losing her identidy here, a fortnight before her eighteenth.How big the bad luck she started a new one immediately, less honest, only her age not.How bad the change from an obnoxious 'Gothic' girl with some 'dark sides of the moon'.How bad the behaviour as 'Nobility of (b)lack (of) colour'. I hide her name, my discrecy.I understand well now her basic tactics and strategies in the game she tries to play.I understand well her few basic tricks for manipulating her admirers. " I looked at all of the attackers, and damned if I did not recognize one of them as being a bodyguard for the head tax collector for the county. The very man I had visited back last fall. He was the one I had shot in the kidney, and he was obviously in considerable pain."Mister, please do me a favor and put a bullet into my head. This pain is more than I can stand, and I know that I am a dead man from this wound." Okay, I will do that, but answer some questions first. Do you work for the head.