“No matter how your slice it,” Ms Delia continued, “your job with Pearson Consulting is dependent upon this exercise being successful.” The girl gave a big sigh and placed her clothing on the table. I was glad to see that she was sitting on Charlotte’s side of the circle. After we were all seated in the circle, Ms Delia began, “This exercise is simple. Each of you is going to honestly and completely tell the whole room a secret that you would not want your worst enemy to find out.” She paused and said, “Ms Pearson Cuckold will begin.” “Thank you Delia,” Ms Pearson said. Then she looked at everyone in the circle. “My secret, which some of you may have guessed, is that Ms Delia and I are lovers, pussy and have been for almost twenty years.” Everyone was silent until Ms Delia said, “You may think that my secret would be the same as Ms Pearson’s, but it is not. My secret is that I am a border-line sadist and have to work daily to control my impulses.” She paused to smile at everyone and then added, “... but many of you have already guessed that, too.” She then pointed at me and said, “We will start with Charlene, and then Charlotte, and then alternate back and forth down the circle.” I took a deep breath. No one knew this, but several of the people in my first job suspected. “The job market was really tight when I first got out of college,” I began. “I fucked the HR guy to get my first job.” I turned extremely red and then sputtered out, “I was qualified and did really well at the job, but I might not have gotten it if I hadn’t lay over the guy’s desk and let him fuck me from behind.” Several of the girls in my section were looking at me with very casting wide eyes. “Charlotte is next,” Ms Delia said. “OK,” Charlotte began, “if she can admit to fucking her way into her career, I guess I can admit that I...” she paused a long time looking over at me and then at Ms Pearson and then at Ms Deliah. “... I was the captain of the cheerleading squad when I was in college.” “After all you amateur said to me... and about me...” I sputtered out, jumping to my feet, but Ms Deliah cut me short by saying tersely, “No judgements. No attacking. No comments at all. We are opening ourselves up and allowing ourselves to be vulnerable.” I sat breathing heavily. That bitch was going to pay for this, I just didn’t know how or when. The rest of the office shared their dark secrets. Three of the women admitted they were lesbian. One woman said she couldn’t get enough cock and cruised the bars almost every night. One very shakily admitted to stealing from her former employer. “It wasn’t that much,” she said, “but I was in charge of the petty cash drawer and the vending machines were right behind my desk and if I was hungry, I sort of borrowed a little bit here and there and it got out of control.” She looked over at Ms Pearson trembling in fear. “Don’t worry, dearie,” Ms cuty Pearson said, “we knew all about it before we ever offered you the job. But remember one of our catch phrases in consulting is Keep the Honest People Honest. There are always at least two people responsible for all liquid assets at Pearson Consulting.” “Speaking of liquid assets,” Ms Delia said cheerily, “I think now would be a good time for some drinks.” Several of the kitchen staff came around with two beverage carts. Most of the standards were available. I had a Jack Daniels and Coke and asked them to make it a double Jack. He didn’t move and let me play with him, he could feel that I was enjoying it. She turned to follow Beth, just now entering her casting office. Peering down at her own dick, Aja saw what the woman was referring to. I have plenty of time to think of something on the flight. She's a bigot. There was no hiding my joy. I even slid my tongue into her pussy a few times. She was too exhausted to move. They faced a man who was sitting on a massive chair with expansive armrests. Cato knew what it was about. There, I just invented sex! “The first was on my lips” I reminded her and in response she kissed me quickly on the lips and then she was out of the car! pussy Rapture and ecstasy slammed through me. He guided me round the cuty end of his table into his gazeebo and to a chair and Cuckold told me to sit. He can feel himself becoming hard again as these notions race through his mind. “So hot,” groaned a girl with a Latina amateur accent.