“And you are allowed to take them out naked, Miss?”“But of course that is the true state of a slave. Her name is anna by the way.” I glanced u... at her friend.“Oh, sorry, this is Debbie, my ... err ... partner.”“The word partner usually suggests some form of equality which I don’t really detect between you.”She blushed deeply. “At home she acts much like I imagine one of your slaves might act. But in our country we have to be a little less open about the nature of our friendship.”I looked again. Not one important like this. I have a daughter, Mr. Hamilton, did you know that? Well, a foster daughter. Well, I almost adopted her, but anyway..." You have told me about Amanda three times now!" Mr. Hamilton exclaimed. He sighed and leaned back in his seat. "Mr. Consco, at this company, we value personal integrity. Everything our employees do reflects on this corporation. We are what our employees are. So now you tell me, Mr. Consco, what would that make us if I hired a drunkard for this. Candy ran her thumb across Julie's nipple and smiled as she watched her shudder with pleasure. Still rolling her thumb across Julie's nipple she bent and kissed her softly on the mouth, still now sure whether she was dealing with a woman not initiated in the pleasure of girl/girl love. The ferocity of the return of the kiss dispelled any doubts form Candy's mind as their tongues danced in a duel. Candy sank to her knees and tugged frantically at Julie's thong, sighing as she revealed her pubic. And I'm not what you would call a size whore. I prefer a hard fucking with a small to medium cock. Then getting impaled with a baseball bat of a cock. But. When it comes to sucking cock. Yeah, I like the big guys. It's one of the things that made me a good bottom. That's why I could take what I could of Mr. Marcus as easily as I could. But that fucking with Mel and my friend made me realize maybe I should explore more of this side of me. And my new realized femininity only fueled my desire. Of.