George welcomes you

The common area of the office is deserted. You look at the clock and see that you're exactly a minute late, so you enter the meeting room hurriedly.

"Jon! You're late!" George calls out. As Managing Director he is sat at the head of the transparent glass table, his pants around his ankles with Megan between his legs. In fact, only the men are seated at the table; each one had a female colleague kneeling or sitting in front of them providing them with their accustomed morning fellatio. As you watch Megan bob her head up and down, her hair swaying gently by her face, you feel a twinge of jealousy at George even as your cock rises to full mast.

You take your usual seat, in front of a familiar face.