Slaves keep their eyes to the floor. Understand boy ???Yes sir,? I whimpered, before descending further from manhood into submission as my eyes moved...down to the concrete floor and his heavy boots. Slowly and deliberately, he moved backwards and my bare feet throbbed in discomfort.?Now its time for the next stage of your transformation boy. I want to convert you from the big man, in control, to the little boy who looks up to me as his superior. Your naked cock stub shows you as a little. Her eyes locked onto mine. My mouth dropped open, but no words came out. She yelled Trish's name, and I was sure I was about to get the ass chewing of my life. I was surprised when she asked Trish if she needed any help upstairs, but Trish said she was fine. Steph then shocked me again and moved her hands down to her crotch. She never lost eye contact with me as she slipped her fingers inside of her shorts, and started to move them around.I blinked, trying to make sure this was happening. I. I couldn't. I had to please her. She was a real womanand I had to please her if my therapy was going to work. So that meantI had to concentrate on pleasing her and not cumming. I had to listento her every word and follow her every command for she was helping meand this was the way for my therapy to work. Soon enough I was fullyentranced. She rode me for a long while like that. Her bouncing up anddown on my cock was wonderful. She was using those little steps she'dfolded out like a pair. After I ask for my usual glass of champagne, I notice Lauren put her phone in her lap out of the corner of my eye.Sarah Alvin who leads our research team and was involved in the Interplay pitch is the last to arrive and takes the chair next to mine. Besides Jackie, Sarah is probably the person I know best at Altitude. The three of us are the only lesbians in the office and the rare times I go out to lesbian parties, it’s usually with them.I’ve always appreciated Sarah’s style and swagger. She’s.