There is astrong likelihood of a sequel, as I believe the story needs a better ending.Hopefully, I will manage that within the next year of my lifetim.... A Slave's Story I met her at a party. Marissa was her name. She approached me and struck upa conversation. Before the party ended, we exchanged numbers. I didn't callher and, quite frankly, I did not expect her to call me. She did. Shortly, into our first conversation she had managed to invite herself overto my place for drinks and dinner at. He roughly thrust his huge member in and out. Not content to watch, mom again pushed my head onto his cock so that it hit my throat and held me there. I gagged. That suddenly seemed to incense mom. 'You pathetic little pervert! I'm going to punish you now!' she yelled.Before I knew what was happening, Wally had pushed me so I was half on, half off the bed and held me down as Mom gave me a sound spanking, hurling abuse at me as she did. I struggled, but it was no use, he held me firm. SLAP SLAP. I asked her what the two companies made and she said they were two of the three companies she had set up to create software for the other businesses she owned. She realized that other midsized and small businesses would find the programs useful, so she started marketing the programs. When I asked the names of the programs the businesses sold, she named three of the more popular business software packages on the market. I had even used two of the programs in my class projects at the University,. (In case it isn't obvious enough, that's my company name)As I alluded to some time ago we made a rather formidable team and landed some very lucrative contracts with major players in the computer and instrumentation industry. Our bank accounts were literally bulging at the seams in short order to the point that we could look seriously at improving our lifestyle. We were able to swing a deal in a tax auction to buy an estate on the big lake near us for way less than it was worth. We ended up.