Where I was given a poshapartment in a tower which housed Timmy's Girlish Secret on its firsttwo floors; a spa and beauty parlor on its third floor, a...d happycouples like me and my five husbands on the fourth through eighthfloors.I arrived husbandless, of course, but that first Saturday, Mr. Richmanand I stood before a pseudo-authority and promised to love, honor andyadda-yadda each other every Tuesday for exactly two years.We left for our honeymoon as soon as I could wiggle out of my gown. Andrea's pulse was way over 150 and climbing as every man who came towards her was her prospective Master. Her nerves were on edge as she sat waiting; she could stand it no longer and got up to go fetch a coffee. As she did so a man's hand stroked her arse and she spun round to slap his face and there stood before her was her beloved Master. Despite being married and at risk of being seen, she still threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.As they kissed he slid his hand over. When I could taste no more of the bitter, tangy combo on my hand, I reached back down and gave my dick another couple strokes, before bringing my hand back to my mouth for another taste. After the third time I licked my hand, the taboo taste was all-but gone and all I wanted was more. In the haze of lust, I’d barely noticed that Pandora had gotten off my bed and was standing on the floor a few feet from me. She was looking away from me, giving me a clear view of her backside. Her tail. Everything and anything that government did had been cut back or cut out. ‘Secondly, no you won’t be training anyone. You barely know how to log into the computer system. I think we’re probably over staffed as it is.’ ‘But there’s so much work to do. We really need more help.’ ‘Well, if the help we have wouldn’t spend so much of the company’s time social networking, we might actually get some of that work done,’ I said to the young idiot woman who probably spent over half her day tweeting and.