My perky tits spilling out of my half cup bra, nipples erect from the cold of the room. My perfectly trimmed pussy hidden by the front of my thong. ... Stockings going down to my heels.“How was she,” asked the silver fox. “Can she do the job? She looks like a dirty little slut.” “She sure sucks like one. Submissive too, did just what I ordered her to do and walked here without cleaning up I see.” This was no normal interview. I knew that now, I thought it was just a random business man I. In a writer's forum, the general consensus was that too many apostrophesto indicate accents are distracting and hard to read, so I'm giving up onthem. Instead, I'll concentrate on Doc's Girls refusal to call males "men"and their tendency to refer to "her" instead of "him" when generalizing.In a society that denies men, the male pronouns would tend to go out offashion. I'll go vback and change the previous chapters after NaNoWriMo isover.I have been trying to both write this as a science fiction. It took some effort for me to concentrate during the meetings I had with my marketing team that day. I could not tell if anyone could tell I was not wearing panties, or if it was just me being turned on by the feeling of my naked flesh under my skirt. I also wondered if anyone had seen the videos taken of me on that pool table. The videos Brad and Tom took of me never clearly showed my face, my hair was a messed up, and there was always a cock in my mouth. Just thinking about it started to get. Das Kleid rutschte ein paar Zentimeter nach unten, wurde jedoch von ihrem Busen vorne und ihren gefesselten H?nden hinten gehalten. Herr Schmitz zog etwas, bis das Kleid auf ihre F??e fiel.Er holte einen weiteren Hocker, den er neben den ersten stellte. Er klopfte gegen ihren Unterschenkel und sie verstand die nonverbale Aufforderung sofort und stellte ihren Fu? auf den zweiten Hocker, so dass sie jetzt noch etwas wackeliger dastand. Ihre Beine waren nun leichte gespreizt, ihre F??e standen.