THE BOSS’S SLUT 9: Convention Slut – Gangbang
CHAPTER NINE: CONVENTION SLUT – GANGBANG “You wanted to see me, Sir?” I was two steps into his office, my suit jacket sliding down my arms as I walked to my location between the chairs in front of his desk. “Something has come to my attention that might be interesting.” It wasn’t normal for him to blurt out what was on his mind when I was summoned to his office. We had established something of a protocol of how this was to work. It was akin to a tribal ritual of exchanging pleasant conversation prior to entering into serious exchange, a ritual intended to maintain civility and peace and calm prior to any interaction. I had thought ours was the same, though it had never been expressed or defined. I undressed and he sat back …