She was about 150 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, 32DD Bra, and very flirty. We worked together at nights all the time. Megan was always a little fl...rty. This night it went further than just a flirt. She and I were processing Adult Videos and laughing about some of them. I watched Megan that night as bent down to put videos on the shelves. I got close enough that when she moved, my hand rubbed her ass. "Excuse me," I said. Pretending that it was an accident. She smiled at me. "I didn't. Hollywood and Madison Avenue had sent their sparkling-clean commercial love to wish us well.Unfortunately her attitude was nowhere near as inviting as the models in the shampoo ads. When she saw me looking back at her, she glowered, seemingly reveling in her embodiment of the archetype of a a sexless, dominating, Puritanical, mean-spirited creep. My lover was a luxuriant Goddess of Sensuality by comparison.Rikki jammed her hand down the back of my shorts' waistband and started vigorously. "You first Mum," Mark said with a hard swallow. "Okay," she said slowly. Then, in a whisper, "I needed a cuddle, and I was feeling horny." Helen could feel his heart racing in his chest as the words escaped her lips. "Were you horny, Darling?" Mark didn't answer, but she felt him nod. With a big grin her own heart fluttered at his admission. She kissed his cheek lightly as her hand continued to slide across his smooth skin, down his chest and across his stomach. "I like the way you smell. So. I supposed that they had grown used to this particular humiliation. I expected that I, too, would become accustomed to it.After breakfast our lessons began in earnest. The first class was what the other slave girls called our "dog-training" class, where we were forced to learn and respond to commands in a foreign or nonexistent language. After my initial bewilderment and confusion, I found that I was quite adept at making out the nuances of the trainer's commands and quickly complying with his.