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You've been called into your employers office to discuss a matter discreetly, but you have no clue what it could possibly be for... as your steps grow closer and closer to My office you ponder over the possibilities and can't seem to think of a single thing you've done that is 'out of routine'. After receiving permission to enter, your heart race quickens and your palms begin to sweat... you quickly realize the fear is necessary as you are scrutinized and criticized over the results from the recent security sweep. Your eyes widen and dick hardens in pleasure at the embarrassment of being belittled, degraded, and teased for your pathetic addiction to porn. I mean, seriously, you can't even go to 'work' without stroking??? The Company has decided it's practically fraudulent how many hours you've been paid when all you've done is click, click, click... binge, binge, binge... You come to work and you're like a robot... all you can think about is porn... all you can think about is edging, stroking, jerking... and as your Boss I am highly disappointed! You're being relieved of your position, but don't fret because The Captain knows exactly the job for you...