.. I look up at the desk-mounted timer and set it for twenty-one minutes."Ready," I say quietly.He pushes his chair back underneath his desk, leaving ...me trapped with his cock staring me in the face. I didn't realize he even pulled it out. Steeling myself, I start the timer and lean forward, taking his cock into my mouth.He is pitifully short, so I easily take the whole length in my mouth. Now I wait.I'm expected to wait twenty minutes like this, just using his cock like a gag. I don't ask why,. ..so, why not you too?" It's a long story," I replied stiffly.She noted my tone and replied, "Well, given what you did today, I think Ideserve to hear that story, don't you?"After a few seconds, I reluctantly nodded, and haltingly began... "Not muchto tell really."My parents both died of alcoholism when I was young. My dad when I wasfive, my mother at eleven. I was passed into foster care, where "fittingin" and "not making waves" was required if you wanted to stay withpeople. I was. She was leaning on the doorway, one hand hooked in her jeans pocket. She didn’t look nervous at all. I nodded. “Oh, Maria, you can do more than nod.” She said, smiling that slow and seductive smile. “Yes,” I said, complying. “I thought about you.” I gathered my hair and tossed it behind my shoulders. My work was done, and I was more than a little nervous. “Tell me.” “What?” I asked. “Tell me what you though about.” There was no way. Surely not. She only stared, but she stared at my. I pinched her nipple to enforce my order. Andy squeaked in pain but I had her mouth well covered. She struggled some more and I pinched the same nipple. There was another muffled squeak of pain but this time Andy stopped struggling. Blackbeard walked by less than a minute later. He was so close I was able to see his face. He didn't appear to be upset. He had taken a chance and lost. He still had Snow White to throw a leg over tonight. Good man! He wouldn't miss Andy at all.As soon as Blackbeard.