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rooms.

"Here for the meeting?" she asks pleasantly. I nod and smile back,

belatedly realising that there is indeed a departmental meeting scheduled

for the m. Terrins to grip me like an icy hand around my heart

as I twist my head around quickly to look at the clo the wall. The

meeting starts in ten minutes!

The lady is also looking at the clock. "Well, you're a little early."

"It's okay," I mao half-stammer past the lump in my throat. "I'll

wait inside."

Our usual meeting room is just about a dozen steps past the

receptionist. As I walk I pass a couple of other employees, one of whom

reises me and says 'hi'. The other seems to be preoccupied with the

files in his hands. I don't know all that many from the fourth floor, since

we only e up here from the sed floor for meetings such as this. And

I've only been in the pany for five months. Five very long months, three

of which as a sextoy as well as a programmer. By the time I reach the door

I'm almost a nervous wreck thinking about how you could possibly want to

use me this time. My life as your office fucktoy has been our own little

secret so far. Surely you're not going to show me off like this to the

whole department!

Almost shaking now, I turn the handle and slowly push the door open. The

meeting room is quite big, able to house up to 20 people at the same

time. The projector is already switched on, as is the air-ditioning, but

the room is empty. I close the door behind me and then take five steps

forward into the room. I turn then and fighting the fear in my mind, slowly

unzip my pants. I know that the bottom part of my tucked-in shirt would

mostly obscure the view of my exposed penis, but that still doesn't help

should I ever o explain my appearance. I claim that I fot to

zip up after going to the toilet, but the embarrassment would still be

unthinkable.

I stand there waiting for almost five nerve-wreg minutes before the

door opens again, making my little balls shrivel up in panic before I hear

the sound of your voice. To my chagrin, you doer sraightaway, but

leave the door half-open as you talk to somebody outside. The thought of

that guy or anyone else passing by taking a peek into the room is enough to

make my heart beat loudly in my ears. However bad is the situation you put

me in, you always find ways to make it even worse. Despite everything, I

feel my cock starting to harden as my body responds to this callous

treatment of my dignity - or what little shreds of it that I have left. A

small voiside of me aowledges this. Yes, see how you're actually

getting off on being treated like this? See how much of a slut you really

are?

Finally you ehe room, and without even glang at me, you make your

way to the far end of the table and sit down. You let me stew for a couple