The next morning at work there is a meeting. And my boss said "Jeanne has gone missing and here is detective Rogers to ask you all a few questions." G...eetings. I work with the LAPD, all we have as evidence is a witness, the boyfriend. He was attacked by a black male and that's all we know." he says. I raise my hand. "Yes?" Rogers asks. "So ONE black guy took out her boyfriend and kidnapped her?" I ask. "That is what we believe happened yes." the detective says. I then text Alpha. "Dude, they. My job as Director of Discipline is to spot potential disobedience and act ruthlessly to discourage it. I take pride in my work, knowing that any master could take any of the slaves I supervise in whatever number with absolute confidence in their cooperating to satisfy him. My eye is on Astrid and Mia from the day they arrive. I can see they're attracted to each other, and to the same kinds of men. At first, it's cute, the way they try to outdo each other in their eagerness to serve. But mean,. ?I wanted to just lie there and savour the pleasures. My nipples were so erotically sensitive, that I could orgasm simply by stimulating them alone. However, it made a sticky mess and I didn?t want to spoil my sleeping suite. One could be sure that the laundry maids would notice and start tittle-tattle. I sat up, offered the nape of my swanlike neck to Amelia and murmured sleepily.?Unbutton me darling.?Amelia giggled as her fingers fiddled with the little buttons.?My, my, Madeleine, this. The waves of euphoria swept over my brain. I gasped and moaned, stars bursting across my vision. My mind drank it in, the bliss saturating my awareness.“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped, tits heaving. “Nancy! Nancy!”“Mmm, little sister's pussy cream!” she moaned while my tart musk filled the air. “What a treat.”I trembled through my orgasm, my pleasure hitting that wonderful peak. I fluttered there, gasping for breaths. My tits jiggled and heaved. That had been incredible. I swayed there, gasping in.