Theypulled me up and dragged me down into the storeroom, I was so tired>from all the work that they had the control!Once inside I looked for another w...y out but there was none. I thenwatched both of them drop there pants exposing there suntanpantyhose! Then the unthinkable happened. The two of them beganmaking out right in front of me! My hard on was raging inside mypantyhose as I watched there beautiful legs and make out session. Mymind was on overload as I rubbed my crotch. Soon they were. After all, there was a lot to be said for the missionary position in an actual bed, wasn't there?The elevator doors opened and he stepped out into the hallway, turning right and heading toward the door marked 8613. On the way he passed several of his neighbors-most of them married couples or triples with children-who were either returning to their own homes after work or heading out for a night on the town. He greeted them by name as they passed-knowing one's neighbors was a common and. I couldn’t stand it, I had to know how she felt about me. I knew I was risking what we already had but damn it now I wanted more than just a friendship from this wonderful woman. I turned to her and took the glass from her hand, ‘Sara, I’m sure I’m being stupid here but I have to know, is there a chance we can be more than just friends. It seems the more I’m with you the more I like you and I just might be falling in love with you. No, don’t say anything yet I know you have a boyfriend and I’m. It sounds like that special way a friend of mine talks to her cat. And Jonathan is taking less notice of my reply than she does of the cat's purrs and meows. Am I still human? Have I become some sort of "other"? Is that what being a slave does to you? That you adapt to the way you are treated and your status as a slave hardens around you like a new skin? Actually, they don't stop my asking what's going on. I do it to myself, I realise. Time to re-assert my humanity, I think. Time to re-engage.