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From: "Dark Pen" <darkpen@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} *NEW* Office Games Pt. 5 (M/f BDSM)
Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 18:10:05 -0500
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Hi all,
	Thanks for the many emails about this story.  They are appreciated, that's 
for sure.  It makes me happy to know that people are enjoying this.
	Again, if you have suggestions about ways to torture/tease Donna, feel free 
to pass them along.  Even if they don't make it in this section, they might 
in the next.  Please don't be annoyed but while I am interested in plot 
points that you have brought up, and discussion concerning plot points that 
you have engaged me in, it is unlikely I will include those in the story.  I 
actually (for once) have that sort of thing mapped out. :>  Still, I am 
flattered that people are even bothering to come up with them!

Thanks again, and I look forward to hearing from you.

~Pen~
This is a work of fiction.  If you are under whatever arbitrary age your
elected officials have decided to choose for viewing adult material, 
understand that you will be breaking the law if you read this.  If you get 
caught, don't blame me because your parents can't keep track of you.

Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that matter).  
Some of it could be very dangerous.  If you have a hard time telling fantasy 
from reality, please don't read any of my writings and go seek medical help.

If you are a religious fanatic of any flavor and you hate my stuff, please 
note that you shouldn't be here to begin with - no one forced you here.  If 
you are offended by sexual liturature (such as it is) then go visit 
somewhere else.

This story may not be posted on any pay site.  It may not be archived with 
out permission from the author and if it's reposted, this information must 
remain with it.  Copyright c 2001 Dark Pen.

~Dark Pen
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www


Office Games Pt. 5

	To his surprise, Brad slept quite well.  He woke refreshed and found 
himself humming in the shower.  He wondered if there was some way that he 
could spy on Donna today.  Surely, it would be fun to watch her struggle 
with his instructions.  He still hadn't thought of anything as he drove into 
to work and resigned himself to having to enjoy her suffering over the net 
when she messaged him around noon.  But he did park at the back of the lot.

	After activating the cameras in her office, Brad set out to get the bulk of 
his work done this morning.  That way, he could more or less do what he 
wanted this afternoon and not fall behind on the project.  Donna arrived and 
he watched her on the screen.  She walked past one of the cameras and he got 
a good look at what she was wearing.  Very, very nice, he thought.  A white, 
skin tight top with short sleeves and a dress that came to mid thigh.  He 
was unable to see what she was wearing on her feet, but her legs looked 
bare.  Ohhh, this was going to be good.

	He watched her sit down, take a bottle of water out of her bag and set it 
on her desk.  The under-desk cam gave him a good shot up her skirt, but her 
legs were together and he was unable to see if she was wearing underwear or 
not.  He forced his gaze away and continued to work.  When he looked up 
again, he could see that most of the water was gone from the bottle.  Brad 
smiled.

	And so the morning went.  He deliberately didn't open his email or ICQ to 
ensure that he could concentrate on work.  But he did keep an eye on Donna 
and it seemed that she was drinking.  At around 11, Brad had an evil 
thought.  What if there was someway to keep her from getting to the parking 
lot?  Or, at the very least, delay her.  And if he intercepted her, she 
could hardly claim to be going to the bathroom - it was in the opposite 
direction from the parking lot!  He looked at the underdesk cam and noticed 
that her thighs were tightly clenched together.  All that liquid was getting 
to her.  Brad waited until she started to get up then left his cube.

	The fact that he could move so quietly, and that he figured he knew exactly 
where she was going, worked in his favor.  That, and the fact that the 
entrance to the lab was on the way to the back door.  Brad almost smacked 
into her as she came around the corner, moving quickly and purposefully 
toward the exit.  He smiled inwardly - he had her now.

	Brad did manage to get her to talk for almost a minute.  But she then 
claimed that she needed something out of her car.  Obviously he couldn't 
hold her up anymore.  Damn.  He let her go and went on his way.  She scooted 
out the exit and Brad made the decision to follow her.

	It was a back exit, used mainly by employees who parked back there.  It 
wasn't locked during the day, and he managed to slip out behind her.  She 
was heading toward the back of the lot quite quickly.  Brad didn't think 
that she was concentrating on anything but emptying her bladder.  He was a 
little surprised that she was heading toward the back of the lot - there was 
only a large fence and a slight down hill between it and a rather major 
road.  She would be seen if anyone cared to look, but even if someone did, 
who would think that a full grown woman would be pissing in a parking lot?  
Brad was almost caught as Donna turned to scan the parking lot.  He ducked 
down and stopped moving.  When he thought it was safe, he peeked up and saw 
her disappear behind a truck.  Brad moved himself over a few rows and, found 
a place where he could crouch and get a clear shot at seeing her.

	Donna had squatted and pulled up her skirt, but from his angle Brad 
couldn't see much except her side.  He grinned, thinking that surely, anyone 
observing this would think he was acting like a small schoolboy!  Brad heard 
a hiss and saw a stream of liquid shoot out and begin to puddle.  Donna let 
out a sigh of relief, urinating for quite a while.  When she was finished, 
she bounced her butt up and down.  Brad could see that there was piss 
dripping from her ass, but only some fell off.  She gave another bounce, 
then stood up and looked around.  She apparently saw no one so she began to 
make her way inside.

	Brad admired the smooth, bare legs of the girl.  She had chosen to wear 
clogs, and was following his instructions to the letter.  He decided to move 
around to the front of the building and go in that way - otherwise there was 
a chance that she'd catch him coming in.  That certainly wouldn't do!

	He got back to his desk unseen and decided that he wasn't going to get 
anything else done today.  Oh, well, he was ahead of schedule anyway.  Brad 
logged into the cams and took a look.  Donna had more water in her bottle, 
but that only held his interest for a second.  The underdesk cam now had a 
clear shot right up her skirt.  And she wasn't wearing panties!  He longed 
to get a tongue in that pussy of hers.  He admired the view for a while, 
then opened up ICQ.  She was on.

	need2sub:  Good morning, Sir.
	Edge:  Good morning.  I trust things are going well?
	need2sub:  <giggle> Sort of.  i just had to pee.
	Edge:  Oh?  And how did that go?
	need2sub:  i had to sneak out to the parking lot.  i had to go to the back 
of the lot and there's a hill with a road at the bottom.  i don't think that 
anyone saw me though.  i was excited and nervous, i mean really, what excuse 
could i use if i were caught?
	Edge:  I see - so you would like permission to use a bathroom?
	need2sub:  NO Sir!  i am *so* excited by this!  It wouldn't take much for 
me to cum, that's for sure.

	Brad glanced at the monitor and saw that she had spread her legs a bit more 
and had actually gotten a hand under her skirt.  His view was pretty good 
and he watch her stroke her sex.  Hmmm - Donna was living dangerously now a 
days.

	Edge:  Are you asking permission to cum?
	need2sub:  no Sir.  That would be hard because i'm at mh desk.
	Edge:  "mh desk"?  Distracted are we?
	need2sub:  *very* Sir.  You controlling me this way is very erotic.

	Brad leaned back and thought for a moment.  Hmmm...

	Edge:  So, if I understand you, the only reason that you don't want to cum 
is because you are at your desk?
	need2sub:  Do You want me to cum at my desk?
	Edge:  No.  You mentioned that that was too much of a risk to take at work, 
but I'll make you a deal.
	need2sub: Yes Sir?
	Edge:  You may cum once toward the end of the afternoon, but you will have 
to follow my directions.
	need2sub:  Why do i think You are going to make this ... interesting?
	Edge:  Because if it was boring, you'd go off and find someone else to play 
with.
	need2sub:  <blushing>  i don't know if i would do that, Sir...

	Brad sat back.  What an odd thing for her to say.

	need2sub:  Sir?  i need to ask You a question

	Brad's heart started hammering...

	Edge:  You can always ask, but that doesn't mean I'll answer.
	need2sub:  i understand.  Sir, my roommate wants me to go out with her 
tonight.  Sort of a girl's night out.
	Edge:  And?
	need2sub:  May i go, Sir?

	Once again, Brad was taken by surprise.  Her asking that question put their 
relationship in a different light.  It implied that she was willing to give 
him have a lot more commitment then he thought.  Or she was telling him that 
she wanted more commitment in the relationship.

	need2sub:  Hello?
	Edge:  I'm here.  I know that we play online and all, but I don't think 
that it would be right for me, at this point, to make that kind of call.

	It took a moment for her to write back.  Brad waited anxiously for her 
message.

	need2sub:  It's true that we play online.  Is that the only thing that You 
are looking for?

	Now it was Brad's turn to think.

	need2sub:  Sir?
	Edge:  No.  It's not all I'm looking for.  But perhaps this is a discussion 
that we should have when we're not at work.
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.  So, may i go tonight?

	Now there was a hint if ever he heard one.  She really wanted his 
permission.

	Edge:  <smiling>I don't see any reason why you shouldn't go.  You should 
have fun with your roommate.  Were ladies planning on bringing anyone home 
with you?  Or shouldn't I ask.
	need2sub:  She might, but i don't go in for casual sex.
	Edge:  Well, go out and have fun.  I'll be alright at home.  Alone.  In the 
dark and cold.
	need2sub: <giggling>  Umm yes Sir.  Perhaps i should send over some web 
pics of myself and a little story to light up and warm your night?
	Edge:  Hey, pics and stories are always welcome!
	need2sub:  As You command, Sir.
	Edge:  Since you would like my input on what you should do with your 
evening - you did ask for my input, or did I misunderstand you?
	need2sub:  i asked for Your permission to go tonight.  But if You have 
additional suggestions in mind, i would be happy to serve you.
	Edge:  Hmmm - OK.  I'll shoot over an email.  But for now, I"ll give you 
your instructions for this afternoon.  Have you eaten yet?
	need2sub:  no Sir.
	Edge:  Ok.  Tell me, what you are wearing?
	need2sub:  i have on a short skirt, a skin tight white top, a bra and 
clogs.
	Edge:  Where were you planning on eating?
	need2sub:  There are several malls in the area.  i only go to the close 
one, and usually have a salad there.

	Brad sat back and thought.  There were several malls, but most of the 
employees used only one of them because it was so close.  But he knew of a 
strip mall that had some fast food and Chinese food places as well.  Most 
people just ordered out from them.


	Edge:  How thin is your top?
	need2sub:  <uh-oh>  Thin Sir, but not very see through.
	Edge:  And what were you planning to eat for lunch?
	need2sub:  my usual - a salad.
	Edge:  OK.  Here's what I want you to do

	... At which point he almost blew it.  He almost told her to go to the 
Wendy's to get her food.  Whew!  He'd have to be more careful! ...

	      Is there a fast food restaurant anywhere near where you can get a 
salad?  Someplace that you or your co-workers don't go often?
	need2sub:  Let me think...
	need2sub:  Yes, i think there are some around.
	Edge:  Good.  When you go out to eat, and you are in your car, I want you 
to remove your bra.  Then, you will go in and get your salad, to go.  You 
may not use the drive.  Is there a park around or something like that?
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.  There is a park.
	Edge:  Good.  You can go there to eat your salad - assuming it's warm 
enough out.

	Brad knew that it was cool out, but not uncomfortable.

	need2sub:  Yes Sir, i can do this.
	Edge:  Ensure that you are in a place where you can been seen by people.  
I'm sure that those nipples of yours will be nice and hard and will get a 
lot of attention.
	need2sub:  <blushing>  yes Sir.  i'm sure that they will be quite 
noticeable.
	Edge:  You are not allow to pee until you get to the park.
	need2sub:  That might be... difficult Sir.  i really have to go now.
	Edge:  Too bad.  Hold it.
	need2sub:  yes Sir.

	Brad looked at the monitor again.  The underdesk cam showed her rubbing her 
pussy and shifting in her seat quite a bit.

	Edge:  Now, the last time that you pee before you leave from work you may 
masturbate.  But I hope that you'll be close to cumming because you are only 
allowed to touch your cunt *while* you are peeing.  When you stop, you must 
remove your hand from your cunt.  Oh yea, please remove the panties from 
inside your cunt before you start and gag yourself with them.  Put them back 
in when you are finished.
	need2sub:  Oooo Sir!  You are cruel!
	Edge:  Will there be a problem carrying out my instructions?
	need2sub:  No Sir.
	Edge:  Good.  I'll send you an email detailing what I want you to do 
tonight.  At some point  - either today or tomorrow, I want you to write me 
an email telling me exactly what happened at lunch and exactly what happened 
when you masturbate in the parking lot.
	need2sub:  Yes Sir.  i'll have some time before my roommate gets home to 
send you the email, and read Yours.
	Edge:  OK then - enjoy your afternoon.
	need2sub:  <squirming>  i'm sure i will Sir.  i hope that You enjoy Yours 
also, knowing what You are putting me though.
	Edge:  Oh, no problem.  I'll be thinking of it!  Later.
	need2sub:  until later, Sir.

	They signed off, but Brad's eye's were glued to the computer screen 
watching her roughly pinch her cunt and clit.  In fact, her fat clit was 
quite prominent, poking quite far from it's hood.  His cock was like steel 
as he began to think of things that he could have her do to that wonderful 
little organ.

	Brad got himself some lunch - a quick trip to the mall - and calmed down 
some.  He began to think on their conversation.  What was he going to tell 
her later?  Brad was starting to be a little afraid.  He was finding that he 
really, *really* liked her (like was all he would admit to.  No way was 
falling in love part of his plan).  If this were a normal online thing, he 
wouldn't be worried, because they'd play for a while and there would only be 
a small chance that they'd decide to meet in real life because they would 
most likely be geographically far apart.  But they weren't far apart.   He 
was getting to know her not only from a sexual standpoint, but a 
professional one as well, and the package was extremely tempting.  He was 
starting to be more than physically attracted to her.  She, of course, had 
no way of knowing he knew her as a person.  And her request for his 
permission to go out threw him for a loop.  Donna didn't strike him as 
person that would just casually give herself over to someone.  Or maybe she 
was.  After all, he didn't know everything about her, but it did seem out of 
character.

	He tried to put the topic out of his mind, but it sat there waiting to 
pounce if he didn't keep himself distracted.  Brad distracted himself by 
wondering what he should have her do tonight for her night out.  There were 
lots of possibilities, but he didn't want to get stuck in the too far, too 
fast syndrome.  Finally he decided and opened up his email.

	need2sub,
	  Truly there are so MANY possibilities for tonight that it has been hard 
to choose.  But since you are out to have fun, I don't want to spoil that.
	  Tonight you should wear the shortest skirt that you have and the highest 
heels and thigh highs - or stockings and a garter belt.  On top you should 
wear a button down blouse and no bra.  Naturally, you'll keep it unbuttoned 
enough that if you are not careful you'll be flashing people.
	  You may wear a thong pair of panties which you will flash to men and any 
woman who looks interested at least once an hour.
	  Also, when you arrive at where ever you are going, I have another task 
for you.  I don't know if you'll be able to carry it out, but we'll see.  
This is one of those things were a more 'hands on' knowledge of your body 
would help me judge.  So I'll have to rely on you to decide if this can be 
done.  Rest assured, if you can't follow through, I will find a suitable 
substitute.  Now that the disclaimers are out of the way <EG>...
	  Your task is as follows.  You will bring the Tiger Balm with you and when 
you arrive you will go into the bathroom and apply it to your clit.  Ensure 
that you coat the entire clit and under your clit hood, but take care not to 
get it anywhere else.
	  Now, after the first application, you can re apply it as often as once an 
hour but no more then 4 times total (including the first time).  Your 
reward?  For each time *after* the first time, you earn one orgasm per 
application (the first time doesn't count).
	  Finally, during your first trip to the bathroom I want you to put on the 
set of nipple nooses that you purchased.  From what I've seen of your 
nipples, that should make things stand out quite a bit, so to speak.  Leave 
them on for no less then 10 minutes, but ensure that you make them swell and 
don't cut off your circulation.
	  If you have the time, we'll message over the weekend.

	Edge

	Brad sat back and thought.  The Tiger Balm was an after thought, but he was 
interested to see if she'd do it.  He'd seen her aroused clit and it was a 
quite large.  Perfect for sucking, stroking or rougher play.  He found 
himself lost in the fantasy for a moment before a co-worker came in to speak 
with him.  When the conversation was finished, he activated the cams in 
Donna's cube.  She was back and when he focused on her upper body, he could 
easily see her nipples.  Had she not put her bra back on?  He thought back 
to their messaging - surely he hadn't forgotten to tell her to put the bra 
back on!  Surely she understood that it was only for the lunch hour.  Shit!  
She said she wasn't going to take chances at work - not that it was a big 
chance, but those large nipples were going to get some notice.  He sighed.  
It just never occurred to him that she wouldn't put the damn thing back on 
for work.  Well, this was a getting to know each other sort of phase.

	He alternated between watching the cams and doing work until he realized 
that he'd run three compiles on code that he hadn't changed at all.  That 
was another thing.  This little game was getting quite distracting as his 
interest in Donna increased.  He glanced up at the monitors again and saw 
that she was gone - and looked up just in time to see her appear at his 
doorway.

	Ohhh boy.  This was going to be interesting.  Keeping his eyes off her very 
evident nipples was almost impossible as they made small talk.  She didn't 
even have a technical question for him, she was just being friendly.  His 
large cock was quite hard, as he remembered that, at his orders, she wasn't 
wearing underwear - at least in the conventional sense.  She came further 
into his cube and sat down facing him, her legs demurely closed, and he 
started to sweat.  Once again her scent, sharper then usual, was quite 
evident.  He idly wondered how she was hiding it from other people that she 
had to speak with.  Of course, she could spend a lot of time hiding in her 
cube for the day, with very few visitors.

	After about ten minutes of agony, for him, the conversation ended and she 
flashed him a wide, sexy smile and left.  Apparently she almost walked into 
someone as she rounded the corner because he hear two people muttering 
excuse me's.  Then he heard who ever it was try to engage her in small talk, 
and listened as she quickly disengaged from the conversation.  He wasn't 
sure until the person popped his head around the corner with a hello, who it 
was.

	It was Eric, the one of the hot shot fast trackers.  Brad liked him, and he 
certainly was the darling of many of the single girls around here.  He knew 
that Eric had no trouble getting dates around here.  They talked shop for a 
few, then Eric brought up Donna, saying that she was one, very hot woman and 
had Brad seen what she looked like today.  Brad just looked at him until 
Eric realized that he'd almost run the girl down as she was coming out of 
Brad's cube.  They laughed and Brad agreed that Donna was looking quite good 
today.  Eric said that he thought she had a boyfriend because he couldn't 
even get the time of day from her.  Oh, she was pleasant enough, but she had 
gently turned down even a casual request for lunch, never mind his out and 
out dinner invitation.  Brad was surprised as he had heard Donna chatting 
with the other girls, going on as much as they about how hot Eric was.

	Eric left and Brad checked the monitor again.  It was getting near quitting 
time and he wanted a few nice looks at Donna for the weekend.  She wasn't 
there.  His heart suddenly pounded and he wondered if she was out in the 
parking lot.  He got up and headed toward that door and had almost reached 
it when it opened and Donna walked in.  Brad made like he was heading toward 
the lab, but she cut him off.

	Brad was now VERY uncomfortable because it was obvious that the woman was 
aroused.  Very aroused.  Her nipples were tenting the material of her thin 
shirt and she smelled like she was really ready to fuck.  That was the only 
way to put it, especially when he looked at her face.  It was flushed a bit, 
but the glow coming from it was an un-mistakable cum-fuck-me glow.  Brad 
caught his breath and realized that he needed to keep tight control of 
himself.  At this point, an erection would be very noticeable.  Years of 
being a Dom and knowing when and how he should hide his arousal during a 
scene was the only that saved him.  In fact, he slipped almost completely 
into Dom mode.

	She actually looked like she was once again going to stop and speak to him, 
but she looked at his face, hesitated, blushed a furious red, and walked 
around him.  As she did, she muttered an excuse me, and kept going.  Brad 
took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, just knowing that disaster 
had only been narrowly averted.  He looked at his watch - close enough!  He 
was gathering his things and getting out of here A.S.A.P.!

	The drive home was uncomfortable.  This was getting out of hand and if he 
didn't get a grip, he was going to blow the whole thing.  When he arrived 
home, he grabbed a glass of wine and sat down staring blankly at the T.V.  
He was in trouble, no doubt about it.  He was starting to fall for this girl 
and there was no way it was going to work.  She was not going to date a guy 
almost twice her age!  He couldn't imagine the awkwardness that would result 
if she found out who he really was.

	Finally, he booted up his computer.  He would read her email, provided 
she'd had time to send it, then figure out what to do tomorrow.  He could 
sleep in, relax and tinker with some of his toys.  He logged into his email 
and found one from her.  Wow, she must have written it before even leaving 
work.  Looking at the time stamp confirmed that.

	Sir,
	  Well, thank You once again for turning a boring day at work to something 
*VERY* exciting.  Even as i sit here writing to You, my hands are shaking 
and my scent is filling the cube.  i hope that no one walks in, but many 
people are gone, so that shouldn't be a problem.  It is Friday, after all.
	  Lunch was amazing.  my bladder was full to bursting by the time i made it 
to Wendy's - there's one near here.  i was afraid that i was going to loose 
it right there on the floor of the place!  Plus, even though my panties were 
inside me, i was starting to feel the slick oil from my sex seep past my 
lips.  i got a LOT of looks, Sir.  i think that my face was red the entire 
time, because there was no mistaking my nipples.  They were showing very 
clearly through my shirt and the cold didn't help!  i had to repeat my order 
twice because the guy behind the counter couldn't take his eyes off me.  i 
did finally get it and pay.  i almost raced back to the car and almost wet 
myself sitting down.  By the time i got to the park, i knew that i wouldn't 
be able to hold it.  When i parked and got out, there were other cars 
around, but most of the people were on the benches eating.  While standing, 
i just spread my legs, pulled up my skirt in the front and let go.  The 
feeling was amazing.
	  i walked into the park for a bit, hoping that my thighs would dry and 
found a nice bench.  There were a lot of people walking by because there was 
a little stand there selling papers.  i ate my salad and got a ton of looks. 
  my thighs were wet now, the panties were no longer absorbing anything.  i 
had to shift around to get my skirt out from under me so that i didn't leave 
a wet spot.  That was strange because the park bench was cement and it was 
rough on my ass.  i was in heaven.
	  i left after a while, and i'm sure that i flashed someone as i got up.  i 
couldn't believe how horny i was as i drove back to work.

	Brad could understand, he had a raging hardon in his hand as he read the 
letter.

	  The rest of the afternoon went well - i kept drinking and had to visit 
the lot twice more, the last time doing as You had ordered me.  But i got a 
lot of looks from co-workers as You had not given my permission to put my 
bra back on.  Well, if nothing else, i got asked out on a date.  In case 
You're interested, i turned him down, but he's *VERY* hot and i was *VERY* 
horny.  <giggling>  Actually, i don't think he could handle me in this state 
and i rather think that You could.
	  i went out and squatted, pulling out my panties.  They were absolutely 
sopping.  i put them in my mouth and they tasted SO good, salty and a little 
sweet.  In an effort to play with myself as long as i could, i just dribbled 
out the pee while i rubbed my clit.
	  my clit, Sir, is big and quite sensitive, especially after a day like 
this.  my hips were jerking as my fingers rubbed it and i almost lost 
control.  Between keeping my flow controlled and balancing myself to keep 
from falling into my own puddle of piss, even horny as i was, i couldn't 
concentrate enough to cum.  i was *SO* frustrated when i finished that i 
would have done almost anything to cum.  Except disobey You, Sir.  When i 
finished, i pulled the panties out of my mouth, and re-inserted them.  i was 
so sensitive that i almost came from that.
	  When i came back into the building, i opened my email and saw Your note.  
It did not help my mental state and it has taken all my will power to sit 
here and not play with myself.  i don't know if i will be able to follow 
Your directions concerning the Tiger Balm.  Everything else, i'll be able to 
do, but i think that my roommate is going to be giving me some looks!  i 
will write again before i go out tonight, and i'll be on line to speak with 
You tomorrow at some point, unless i get email tomorrow morning giving me a 
specific time.

	  Thank You Sir, for a wonderful day,
		need2sub

	Brad closed the email and wondered if she'd have time to send off another 
before she left for the night.  He decided that some food was in order, and 
left the computer to cook something.  Donna, or rather how he was beginning 
to feel about her, was a problem.  But Brad spent his days solving problems 
of one sort or another, so while he cooked, he relaxed and started to work 
out what he was going to do.

Office Games End Part 5


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