I hesitate at the outside of the semicircle of suits, and take in her ice green cocktail dress, thin straps over soft shoulder, a bit of a daring slit...up the front of her left thigh, and her gracefully tapered calves and ankles, and upon closer observation, a definitely harried look. Without a second thought, my shyness suddenly unfamiliar to me, I focused my eyes, read your name tag, offering up a couple of "excuse mes" as I pressed through the outer ring, I cut into the one-sided flow of. I had arranged several opportunities to bump into Riley in the office, smiling and flirting with him, making sure he knew my name and knew I was single. It wasn't actually that difficult; I found him attractive for an older man, and he was smart and witty and a good conversationalist. On one of our 'chance encounters' in the kitchen, I actually found myself giggling behind my hand and flashing my eyes at him, not because I was trying to seduce him, but because I was genuinely flattered and. The pain was almost unbearable but I took it like the slave that Iam. After she finished she wiped my slavehole, tookof the hood and the tit clamps and put me back in the jail cell. She gave mesome juice to drink and said that she would be back for more laterand I should rest. About fifteen minutes later I realized that she had putsomething in my juice and I went out like a light. After I do not know how long I heard a voice which woke meup saying slave get up.It was Mistress Brandi this time. You get all those girls to fuck you for their own good." Abruptly she realized her own position, and added, "Uh, what I mean is..." It's all right," John said. "You won't offend me. Be honest. But, to answer your question, yes. In a sense. They might not normally choose to sleep with me, but I make sure they have a very good time. And I do things for them. Fix personal problems that they have. Help them handle stress and study better. Stuff like that. So you might say that I do fuck them for.