And I don't mean "Master", or even "Sir", but his given name. I finally find him in the kitchen, and yell "Where were you when I called?" Calmly, ev...nly, he speaks. "I can see that you've had a bad day, so I will give you two minutes to get out of your uniform, and be in your submissive position." His rational demeanor, however, is gasoline to the bonfire of my frustration, and I begin to rant and rave about my day, and how much I had counted on being able to vent to him. Before I quite. Once E made it back inside the lobby, there was a third orderly waiting. This one, Wendell, was a longtime friend. They played high school football together and even sold dope together for a while back in the day. Both in their late thirties, they had never really known much strife in their friendship.“My man,” grinned Wendell.“Wassup, Dell,” E greeted him.“Shit, man. Tryna finish this double.“I’m bout to head out.”“Take it easy.”“Bet.”With that Big disappeared down the hallway.“E must have it. Do you understand?”Jim groaned and looked at his boss. Cindy just smiled and nodded her head saying that she would be ready.Tom headed to his car and then on to home. While he drove along he could not help but think of just how young Cindy looked and how hot her pussy was. He was looking forward to living out some of his fantasies about younger girls and older men. This had always been a desire on his part. He even made a point of driving by High Schools and ever Junior High Schools so he could. He was six foot tall and slim. He was on the school swim team so he kept in great shape. Don stood in front of me and started to slowly dance to the music. I smiled and watched. Soon Julie said, Take it off, Don. The four girls started chanting, Take it off. Take it off. Don unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor. I could feel myself blush. He kicked his shoes off next and soon his pants followed. Now he was dancing in front of me in his black bikini undershorts. I could see a good.