I was waiting for this moment to tell you that this will be your last ever time working with us.” Reeling I was, I felt my strength sapping away fro... my knees. “You are firing me? I don’t believe you.” “We are going to replace you with fresh talent. I’m sorry: Your discourtesy has been too much for us to put up with.” “Are you speaking on behalf of everyone, or this is just your own decision?” “They all casted their votes before I reached this decision.” My eyes fluttered from one corner to the. Aziza and Miranda are on the couch, Miranda lying against Aziza, her head thrown back and her tongue in the other woman’s mouth. Aziza’s hand is between Miranda’s legs pinching her clit. Paul staggers at the sight leaning against the wall as his cock hardens. The women break their kiss and look at Paul, Aziza tweaking one of Miranda’s nipples. “Come here, big boy. Take a better look.” Paul walks into the room and sits on the ottoman. Miranda lays down full length on the couch as Aziza settles. My fingers glide down to her slit, I feel her nub of a clit, and as my fingertip runs over it, I hear her gasp a short breath. I slide down, and my fingers find her wet and slippery pussy. She the wettest I’ve ever known her to be. She moans aloud and reaches for my cock, pushing my pajama bottoms down enough to expose my member. I suck in a deep breath in anticipation of her grasping my cock, and giving it that squeeze that’s her way of saying she’s ready. She holds it and begins rubbing it to. With the pig slut ready I dressed myself in my black leather and thigh highstiletto boots and then it was on to the humiliation part of her lesson. Attachinga chain leash to her posture collar I half marched and half drug roxy out tothe car securing her into the back seat. I took my place at the wheel and lookedat my horrified slave in the rear view mirror smiling to myself I couldn'thelp thinking that it would be a long time before the slut looking back atme disobeyed any order or rule again..