"That was then. Today, four men sit at a table, devouring a lunch charged to a corporate expense account. Their conversation is all business; they lef...t the office, but brought their work to the table. All four are balding, their hair prematurely grey. Each wears a shirt and tie, and they all speak in low, hurried tones. The men talk about money: how to make it, how to hoard it, how to generate more. When the conversation strays, it is only to reach a consensus that the three-day weekend. But over the past couple years, this has changed somewhat.There’s a secretary at work, I’ll call “M”. She’s about ten years younger than me. She’s married, has grown k**s, and is adorable because she is so petite. She’s blond, about 5’00” tall and weighs maybe 100 lbs. She has perky breasts, kind of narrow hips, and her mom belly is very small. She’s the type who’s always smiling, keeps busy, and walks quickly on her short thin legs. I watch her walk and me cock gets hard. I see her bend. My time in Purgatory should be over soon, thought Ms. Cragge.Angie was huddled over the manuals trying to make sense out of the too technical books. She was so engrossed that she didn't notice the two male security guards who entered. One was a muscled black man who said, "Hey baby, you comin' to work with us." Angie sat up and faced the man to reply, she knew it was polite to face the person she was talking to."Madre de Dios!" the second man, a wiry man of Puerto Rican ancestry said as her. ’ He answered finally finishing my basque and letting it drop. My pert boobs held it for a second but a little shake soon freed it. He then stepped back and admired my body, he seemed impressed.‘What about my g-string?’ I asked. ‘Erm, well, no it’s ok.’ He replied. ‘It’s ok, you can if you want.’ I urged.‘Well, it would be rude not to I guess.’ He replied with a smile. He leaned toward me and slid my g-string down my prosthetic legs. I could feel a breeze across my now naked body causing.