I walked up to her and asked if Jake was busy.“Do you have an appointment?” she asked.“No, I don’t need one,” I said.“Mr. Tapper doesn’t...see anyone without an appointment,” she said with a snotty attitude.“Not even his WIFE?” I asked as I strode past her desk, walking right into Jake’s office, ignoring her shocked expression.Jake nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw me, quickly closing his computer screen. I immediately noticed that the picture of me that used to be on his desk was. The next few days I saw him and he looked at me diferently then he called me in his office and I was wondering if he was going to fire me, we sat and talked going over work things then as I was leaving about to go out his door he stopped me coming up behind me saying do you like working here, I answered yes then surprisingly I felt him slip his his hand on my butt right inside the back of my pants, I just froze as he felt I had on tiny mesh panties "umm you have a nice soft ass and I like. Maybe she’d be more help than trouble, after all. ‘Now my legs — and no towel,’ I told her. Cammy grinned and knelt, obviously aware of where I was headed, and all too willing to oblige. I was forbidden to masturbate, but I needed to get cleaned up and technically it wasn’t self-administered. Part of my conscience thought that maybe Linnea wouldn’t see it that way, but she had Miriam licking her all the time, and my bladder was empty anyway. By the time my legs passed muster, they were. Katie hadn’t had a shower in three days, and she was covered in blood, sweat, and everything else. There were a few shower heads and a large drain in the middle of the room, kind of resembling a locker room shower area. The dominatrix released her captive’s arm and pointed to a bucket in the corner, “There’s soap and stuff in there for you to use. The water might take a minute to get warm, but it should eventually.”“Thank you, Mistress,” the girl said, picking up the bucket then walking over to.