Dexy was standing there limp against her restraints, They had dose her with something. Indian Sex Video Please let me go!” Dexy became louder and was now tugging tugging so hard on the rope her wrist was begining to bleed. Dexy had came in late, after dropping her keys in her coffee and splashing her white dress which she than had to change, getting a scratchs on her BMW from parking to close to her garage wall, finally losing her ID to get into the building and had to wait for the guard heavily dosed with jelly doughnuts to get up and unlock the damn door. After getting Mr.Tyrant’s double shot latte from the small coffee on the first floor Dexy hurried up to stairs the office shared with her boss, but instead of sitting the coffe on his desk and sliding into her desk in the corner undetected. £€
“Another shot please mister bar tender…” Dexy slurred sitting her shot glass next to the five others she had already downed. Ugh today was such a fucked up day Dexy thought as she nodded her thanks to the bar tender as he sat her seventh glass down, downing it Dexy thought back to her day at work.
