And then I felt a hand reach out and rub across the lump at my crotch, and turned to my wife. She had stretched out her hand to grab me, but couldn't ...quite reach, as she had her head lowered on Ron's shaft again. My mouth dropped open, and I watched her elegant neck stretch as she extended her head into him, her forehead pushing into his stomach, taking about half his length in slow, languorous strokes down, and up, looking at me from the corner of her eyes. My smaller head, completely in. She could barely see the table. The interrogator was a mere haloed outline.Amy desperately tried to make out his features. Her attention was drawn to the table. The numbered plastic basket was there. To her astonishment, she recognized her purse on the table. She must have involuntarily gasped because the cane struck the small of her back with a swishing sound that Amy had learned to dread.“Do you recognize this?,” the interrogator’s voice echoed off the concrete.:”That’s my purse.” She paused.. ” It was like Elizabeth was in a trance all of a sudden. She didn’t care about anything except for what was happening between her legs. “Please fuck me, doctor,” Elizabeth whimpered. “Oh, please, harder! God, I want you to fuck me!”“Your wish is my command.” Just as she’d put the dildo in, the doctor confidently pulled it out, all the way out. Then back in, slammed in harder than before. Elizabeth couldn't begin to explain how good it felt. She hadn't felt like she was missing something in her. Yet again, it was Liz at work, ruthless and far from friendly.As the months flew by, Manosh had grown into a top performer on the team and Brad's favorite. While Manosh was under Brad, there was a lot of bromance going on and before he knew it, he was team lead. Now, there was a new event on the horizon.For a company wide event, the team would have to travel to Las Vegas for a major conference. The conference would gather everyone from the company's offices to present and be a part of the.