His smile turned instantaneously to a look of stunned confusion! His Master wasn't alone!Master Samantha sat comfortably in the easy chair She had oc...upied earlier, but on his previous seat, the hassock, sat another lovely Woman. Both Women rose as he padded quickly over to them in his stocking feet and dropped to his knees before Them. He felt, with surprise, a blush rising on his face as he knelt, thinking of how he was accustomed to abasing himself before his Master, but this was. I took off the headphones and shut my textbook feeling kind of extra-spacy. "Oh, sorry." Phone. It's Patrick."Oh shit, I thought. Now a lot of those mysteriously absent feelings cameflooding in, kind of like when you dig a hole at the beach and strikewater. Saying his name had been Mrs. Komori's hand digging in the sand,and that made me the beach, I guess. And the water consisted mainly ofthis intense dread of even hearing Patrick's voice."Thanks," I told her, feeling anything but. Likewise the fur in her ass crack if she if hairy there. My cock will be hard, erect, oozing pre-cum. I will come back up on her, feel her breasts on my chest, guide my cock to her sweet, wet, flower-petaled opening or relish the feel of her doing that. I will swab the mushroom crown head up and down between her lips, feel her clit with it, position it to her opening and put the knob into her, or again relish the feel of her doing that. That will feel so glorious for me – the wetness,. . and large type."He leaned back in his chair. The TV remote was in the top drawer of thedesk. It wouldn't do to have it out where it might be photographed. Hereached for it, then stopped. He didn't feel like Fox. He wantedsomething _more_, something _special_. He flipped the intercom."Genna, no calls - no _nothing_ for the next two hours." Yes, Mr. President." Staff was used to such requests. They came on aweekly basis, more often, sometimes.He stood up and walked over to a small door.