“Come, Girl. We do not tolerate lying or dissimulation here. Out with it,” scolded Millie.“Ma’am, I hope we did not do anything wrong. We went...for a walk through the gardens, and then he took me to a room he called the dungeon.”“What did you think of the dungeon?” I asked.“Well I found it strange and intimidating at first, but then he explained the various pieces of equipment and how they were used. I realized that strange as it may seem I was getting very excited and tingly.”“Did you attempt. Admiring her handiwork, she smiled at my shiny, pulsating cock, my balls dripping with sloppy wetness. Then she began the most beautifully sensuous deep wet blowjob I had ever experienced. She was on all fours, her hands on the bed on either side of me, and the only thing touching my cock was her sweet wet mouth. Her head bobbed up and down feverishly, plunging deep, sucking, sometimes pulling off of me with a sexy loud pop. Over and over, deep and wet and sloppy. It was so fucking perfect!"Oh. .."She looked up.Her children looked up.They saw a young man, carefully dressed, nonthreateningly standing back and letting them see that I was "safe." The one I thought was the mother was much younger than I thought. She might have been their older sister, instead of their mother. She was slim, about five-feet five inches tall, with dark brown hair, cut to about her shoulders. Her clothes were worn, old, and in bad shape. They weren't dirty, just worn out, and the other two looked to be. He already knew how I had been treated.'Because many are disabled, they are less likely to find other jobs and therefore put up with more. Richard knows and abuses that, whilst at the same time advertises his high level of disabled staff.''So what are you suggesting?''If someone who already had a reputation for exceptional staff relations, set up a similar business then I think that would make people think. If that someone produced better and marginally cheaper products then I think it would be.