I mostly just wanted to… ya know, iterate on yesterdays beta test (turn that minimum viable molestation into a minimum delightful molestation). So I...hung out in the hallway waiting for Margo to fika, and when she left I strolled over to stupidnames desk and shoved his head a little roughly, knocking his stupid gay pink headphones off his head. He looked up all butt-hurt until he saw it was me, and then gave me those Bambi-watching-his-mother-get-shot-eyes that Ive come to adore. Id left him. All your holes are for my pleasure and I will take any or all of them as I see fit. You are property now and will make yourself of use to me any way in which I may desire." Please Master... please use your dirty slut! Oh, please, let me pleasure you, Master! I want to... I need to. Please!" she pleaded."Well let's see if you are wet enough yet," I said. I plunged my hand down under her panties and into her hole in one swift sudden motion."Oh my God! Oh MASTER!" she cried out. She stiffened up. " Why not?" Because you have other obligations. You have homework to do, and you have your after school activities. You owe it to your soccer and field hockey teams to be there. You can't just walk away from your friends because you found something you would rather do now." I don't have anything to do Wednesday." Maybe not, but I do. You will just have to wait until Friday."For the next two weeks Tammy and I got together every weekend. The idea of "dates" went out the widow. All she wanted to. In fact, he didn't notice her presence until she slammed down her hand ontop of the machine."Oh, shoot!" she exclaimed.Carl jumped and looked up to see a raven-haired young woman, probably thesame age as Felicia, on the other side of the laundry room franticallychecking around the tops of the other machines. Carl didn't recognizeher, but then again, he probably wouldn't recognize a good chunk of thetenants who live on the other floors."Need help?" Carl asked, putting down the shirt he was.