The company I joined this spring is the absolute worst!
I have to work overtime every day, so I can't see my boyfriend at all...
And they keep making sarcastic comments about "cost-cutting"...
On top of that, I've been ordered on a business trip with Mr. Ozawa, my most hated, old-school power-harassing boss?!
And sharing a room? That's seriously unbelievable...
I can't stand the smell of old men and cigarettes anymore.
I have to contact my boyfriend and get some comfort just to keep my sanity...
Ugh, I'm gonna die... I just want to quit my job...
But I never imagined the drink he recommended at the debriefing would have an aphrodisiac in it...
My body... down there is so hot...
Why?
My panties are soaking wet...
Mr. Ozawa, with a full erection, is staring at me with a smirk while I writhe...
Gross... scary... help... stop...
But I can't move...
That greasy face...
That old-man smelling cock...
Everything is irresistible...
I want it...
On this bed with nowhere to run...
What's going to happen to me...?
