Not I'm Taking Him
Wrong drinking

With a swift Gita swapped the teacup in front of him with the cup Dika's.

Dengab deg-deg an Gita did it. Until he sat down rough on his couch again.

The tea glass had Dika which he took as he held, though it spilled slightly on his clothes. Because he hurriedly pulled it when he was about to sit back.

"You can spill it anyway!". Omel.

At the sight of Gita cleaning the tea water spilled on her shirt with a tissue.

Dika sneaks a bangilan on his cell phone, and gets closer to Gita. Because he doesn't know. Gita has had her tea or not.

"Not intentionally. When she sat down, she sat down on the sofa". Answer Gita was-was.

Afraid of getting caught, he switched drinks.

"Paste the tea first. Mubazirite". Said Dika annoyed.

When Gita nau puts her cup of tea on the table. He wants his gita neminum. Discharged.

"B.. good". Gita said nervously.

He hesitated a little to drink. But seeing Dika drink her tea looks okay. Even though he would drink in a used glass Dika. as long as it is safe.

Then the gita stuck the lips of the glass for a long time in his mouth. It was as if drinking a lot, but not a little tea water passed his lips. Just remembering outside.

Then hurriedly put the cup on the table. And rubbed his lips with a tissue.

Dika smiled bagagia, while taking the tea tank in front of her sitting. And sip half the cup excitedly.

'Just wait for Gita. You can't refuse to be my secretary. Once I've mastered your body'. Mumbled Dika.

Gita again pretended to read the file, but she was uncomfortable because she always saw Dika with a little sangar. And started sitting uneasy.

Dika smiled, feeling Gita come into action. He opened his Tie while smiling.

"Can I read this in my room?". Ask Gita. Seeing Dika standing from his seat.

"That's it. I know how you feel. I will treat your thirst. Leave everything to me". Said Dika throwing her tie on the long sofa beside Gita.

Gita spontaneously stands. Afraid.it could be a drink...

He tried to get away from Dika who saw him lustfully. His eyes were red and his lips were grinning.

Gita ran towards the entrance. But his movements lost quickly to Dika.

Dika roughly pulled Gita to throw her onto the long sofa.

Making Gita strangled, but Dika's burly hands silenced her mouth, so that the gita could not scream.

Even violently Dika pulled the Gita blouse until her clothes were torn.

"I'll get something delayed that time Gita. With the touch of your body. You can't refuse to be my secretary anymore.

I'll make sure you whimper under my cage.

Don't sell expensive. Because you're not a virgin anymore". Guman Dika's.

Right now Gita was all her might pushing Dika's body which was on top of her.

Both of his hands had already pushed one hand on the one that tore the blouse earlier. One hand still shuts his mouth. He can't scream.

But Gita doesn't want to be harassed anymore. Two days ago he was also almost harassed. But it turns out Dika took him just to put a surveillance device in his car.

But now?. During office hours he once intention to abuse him. will even be raped.

Especially when ob remembers. For not drinking. Apparently this. Gita believes her drink added stimulant drugs.

This is seen with the savage Dika movement. Also the eyes...

"Aahhhhhhhhhhh..".

He fell off the sofa.

With the Gita's legs still able to move freely, the gita groaned strongly. Until the hand of the gita can touch the body part of Dika attached to the stomach of the Gita.

And squeezed as hard as the junior Dika. Although Gita's wrist was pinched, and sick. Makes Dika scream in shock.

It's possible that Gita's nails were stuck there, although the junior was still wrapped in cd and basic pants.

Gita tried to stand up. Although his body was shaken, he tried to run towards the entrance. Her tears could not be held back. Because he could have been raped at this time, because Dika was being affected by the drug

"Damn it!". Shouted Dika.

Roughly pulling the hijab of Gita. Until Gita falls. And was held tightly by Dika. And dropped Gita's body on the floor with the carpet.

"You're so wild, baby. I liked. The cure is very fast". Dika.

The more wildly attract the body of the Gita who has not mastered the hijab anymore. Forcibly pulled Dika by rough.

Gita can only curse Dika. Maybe this room is soundproofed, and no one can hear what's going on in this room.

Dika who has burned lust does not ignore the curse of Gita. The roaring Gita can only pray in the heart. So that there is help for him.

With great difficulty Gita pushed Dika's body, hands dika burusaha remove the culottes Gita.

Until the door of the room opened.

The ob entered with a woman. Then shut that door.

"Your bastards. Disrupt my impression.

Why can you open the door". Said Dika cursing.

"You're the wrong boss". Said the ob pulling Dika from the top of Gita's body. Pushing Dika to sit on the sofa.

"You!!".

"He's gonna hit you". Said the ob pointing at the woman who entered with him earlier.

The ob gave the woman the code. And the woman approached Dika.

"Quick change your clothes over there". Show the ob. The ob gave a store bag to the gita.

Gita stood up and without being told twice to go into the toilet room in the room. And change his clothes as fast as lightning.

As he came out of the toilet, he was treated to a disgusting sight. Where Dika and the woman who came with ob were...

Gita threw away her gaze, disgusted to see the two humans of different sexes were naked in action on the sofa.

The sound******* and their screams made Gita nauseous.

Then the gita approached the ob who was standing near the entrance.

"Come". Take him out of the room.

Gita first left the room Dika. And no one sits in the secretary's chair. Because Dika is waiting for Gita to be his secretary.

"You go straight to the basement. I took your bag". Said the Ob.

"I'm..".

"Your friend will be suspicious of you who have changed clothes.

Just wait for me near the car. I'll drop you a bag, also lock your car.

Hurry there, before anyone comes.

Go to the elevator. And went straight to the basement, waiting for the ob to deliver his bag.

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