.."Tom merely grunted.Vickie was coming back, at the trot, her purse in her hands. Her chest had developed a delightful shimmy. When she stopped, I fi...ured that her nipples might have dropped an inch or so, but that just argued that they were all real. She produced a picture, and yeah, daughter was a babe -- a sultry brunette with a pout, even in a school picture. "Do you have her ID number?" I asked."Yes, give me a second..."While Vickie dug in her purse, I turned to Bet. "Give me that thing,". ”“Who gets offices?” Tasha asked.“There will be some sharing, but Elyse, Cindi, me, and the support team - because they need quiet - will get private offices. Dave chose to sit with his team in a cubicle. We’ll reserve two of the eight offices to keep open for anyone to use who needs privacy. That leaves two further offices open at the moment.”“So I’m in an office?” Cassie asked.“Yes. We’re using the second executive-sized office for the support team. For now, you and Zeke will share, but there. Since our dress was modern the salesmen thought that we are some models and greeted us. We were taken to a sofa set and we sat there crossing our legs. The shop was really deserted at this odd time. We were attended by one young boy and one middle aged man who introduced themselves as Harish, the boy and Madan, the middle aged man. They asked us what type of footwear we wanted to buy.I told them to bring high heel sandals of different heights for Meghana my sister. Meghana had not put one. I was shocked, I was frozen for a moment, then she spoke about her secret interest in sex, that she want to be a slave. I was not able to believe it because she was such a homely and respectful in college, slowly we both started to talk, I felt that was my luckiest in my life but still I had little hesitation I thought weather I would be caught by her husband or relations, I told the same to her she said he husband won’t come for 5 years he is in a contract, she said she wants to be my slave.