The others caught up with her and Ali shut the door behind them. As expected, Mr. Michaels waited for them in the den with a bourbon in hand. The gi...ls lined up in front of him, with Sarah in the middle flanked by Ali on her left and Jenny on her right. Dropping into slave pose with their arms clasped behind them, legs open and chests out, Sarah and Jenny stared straight ahead waiting. Ali saw them and followed suit a few seconds later.“My three sexy submissives. All in a line. Ready to. Disaster after disaster. And all of it falls on Mr. Mullins to clean up. Scratch that, it also falls on his Secretary. Miranda Ramirez, not a personal assistant. That was clear on the first day. A throw back to a different age perhaps, along with cigarette girls and stewardesses. But Secretary. Mr. Mullins doesn’t. That is the joke in the office. He doesn’t seat. He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t laugh or take breaks or take vacations. He doesn’t lose cases either. He doesn’t come. .. you need to get your mom to make an appointment with your doctor to have it checked out" nurse Sullivan counseled unhelpfully. "Do you have any idea what might have caused it?" For the nervous p*****n the question seemed to resonate around the small office. This is exactly where she didn't want to go."Ugh ... ugh ... I don't know but couldn't you just ... you know take a look ... and um see if it's anything uh, serious?" Rebecca Sullivan was a 'died in the wool' lesbian. The cute little. They forgot about the rest of the world when their lips touched and always went back in for more.Sitting upright on the couch, Dillon wrapped one arm around her waist and crushed the other one in his hair. Ashley did the same, only her arm went around his neck. They started with kissing slowly, but soon it sped up. As their mouths got wider, it gave access for their tongues to roam.Their tongues playfully pushed each other’s at the tip before swirling around and entering the opposite person’s.