"Yeah, put on another pot ... damn ... I am so not ready to deal with visitors today."Thirty minutes later, her breakfast forgotten, Dominique Duvalie... couldn't figure out if the outcome of the discussion she'd had was going to have her in laughter or tears ... she knew that if she passed it on to Margo before the proper moment, her friend's reaction would be tears, beyond a shadow of a doubt.Janet Hart was in a quandary – all three of her co-workers had extended an invitation to her for the. .it please, please no more no more......." begged Julie.Julie had wanted to tell him no, but her pain-filled body caused her to reconsider. She felt her resolve weaken even further as she continued to writhe under the force of the cane strokes and she also felt a sense of humiliation grow deep in her being. She had never felt to utterly helpless in her life. Her voice still cracking from the sobs that wracked her she repeated his words."Your slave awaits your pleasure,........... her tits, her. She folded up the magazine listing and stuffed it into the leather pocket of the tablet case. She sat back on my couch and let out a deep breath.“You really have a cool place,” she remarked. “Is it just you?”“Yes,” I replied.“Do you have a girl friend?” She pressed.“No,” I replied, “but I am accepting applications.”She chuckled.“Well,” she replied, “I should probably go.”“You can stay,” I replied. “You seem like a nice girl.”“I don’t know.” she said, sitting forward, clasping her tablet in her. I think I can do this.I look over at Godiva, she has a quizzical look on her face. Like she just noticed a picture is crooked or something. I smile across the table at her. Melville, to my right, clears his throat as if he wishes to say something."Nosis," he starts and then clears his throat again. "Chronos, I personally want to thank you, again, for your help"For a thank you that's pretty lame, and Melville is looking everywhere but me. I reach out a hand and grab his across the table. I put.