Wilcox sat in one, dressed in his suit and tie, sipping coffee while looking over some papers. I turned and stared at Mrs. Good night, Chrissy.”
I just sat there on my knees for a few moments, processing what had happened, and what was going to happen. I’m assuming that this,” I let my hand drift a bit closer to his crotch, “is going to be how I afford such a lavish lunch. “Say your name.”
“Christopher Davies.”
“What is today’s date?”
I looked over at the calendar and clock on my cube wall. I slowly backed away until only the tip of my tongue was touching the underside of his head. If I find out you don’t dress properly, or you decide that you don’t like my cock in your mouth or your ass, then I send the videos and pictures to everyone in the company, post them on the internet with your name and phone number, and make sure everyone knows what you are.
