“Go on. Say it.”In the mirror, she looked me in the eye. Then looked away.“Jane,” I said to her. “Such a fresh shave for a sales conference?...��The bell dinged. Before the doors slid open, I skinned her skirt back down. I saw the man who stepped in look her over, his gaze hitching for a moment on her stocking tops. Her bald and pantyless pussy remained our secret. But it hadn’t been meant for me.When she told me she was going to the conference in Richmond, it was unremarkable. She traveled for. Long, but practical. She kissed me again. More tequila. I felt jealous of any slaves she was with.“Now…we need to teach you to look forward to my coming back.” She stepped behind me and started to massage my shoulders. I hadn’t realized they were tired. Her hands were soft but strong. She worked on my shoulders and neck as she spoke. “So I was helping break another slave for someone. But I wanted to come back here. You needed so much work and attention. And I really, really, hope you earn the. . a bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they did feel my ass and boobs up.Herbert and. "No," Regan had corrected. "They're going their separate ways in a few weeks. Yeah, in 10 years, when Chris is with the New York Philharmonic and Ruth is at Sloan-Kettering Hospital or Joy is working at a Madison Avenue ad agency, they might pick things back up. For now, they're just going to enjoy the time they have together. When Bryce starts to come around in a couple of weeks, they're going to spend time with him, too, I think. But they're not developing anything serious." OK," Andy had.