‘But if you don’t want to work here no one is forcing you.’
Claire wanted to leave. She had just finished buckling the collar around her neck. Indian sex Claire twisted uncomfortably. Claire herself was more modestly dressed. The lobby was modern and professional. ‘Then follow me.’
She led Claire down a series of sumptuous corridors and showed her into a large office where a handsome middle aged man sat behind a huge mahogany desk. The walls of the room were immensely distracting. He didn’t make eye contact at all. When Girl was done, she told Claire to wait while she stepped out. She felt herself blushing bright red. When Girl was done, she told Claire to wait while she stepped out. He had short, fashionably cropped brown hair, his chin showed a hint of stubble, and he was wearing a suit that must be expensive judging by how good it looked. she thought, and folded her arms over her chest. In it, Girl was completely naked. ‘Girl, be a good twat and leave us.’
‘Yes, sir,’ said Girl, exiting.Did he just call her a twat? Now take off your shirt.’
‘What?’ asked Claire. Girl looked down at the result shown by the tape, then grabbed Claire’s left tit in her hand and squeezed painfully.
