Alice smiled to try to reassure her friend and lover.Ohhhh!” Sarah screamed as the first thwack came. A stinging pain filled her and she flinched. ...The blow had caught her on the right buttock and she instinctively twitched her hips to the left but before they had reached the furthest point another blow had caught her left buttock sending her reflex action in the opposite direction. Tears welled up in her eyes as blow after blow landed on her. She was crying out but there was shock not. She sat on the chair and placing her brifecase on the desk took out her paper work and got ready to talk me into an order. It was 6:30pm and I was not sure how long she was going to take so I sat down in the chair behind the desk and she started her sales pitch. She had unbuttoned some of the buttons on her blouse and I could see she had a great cleavage with some magniffisant breasts poking out, I just could not take my eyes off her and was not really listing to her as I looked at her. But it was Charles who broke the spell, and began to mouth off.“Hey, who da’ fuck are you? Get the fuck out!” He ended his words by rising to his feet, and advancing a step or two towards Ofi. The tribal prince had not moved a muscle, save his eyes, until Charles moved, but as he was challenged, he moved with a speed that belied his size. It was a building fury that kept him immobile, his eyes too shocked to believe what his nephews had done. Charles was kind enough to break that build-up at. A middle-aged woman approached the table. “Janet, nice to see you, good of you to say ‘hello’. I know how busy you are… Oh, may I introduce you to Maxine Santos... Max, Ms. Janet Carmichael, CEO of this exclusive establishment…”Janet Carmichael… 48-year old fitness junkie, slim, tanned, toned arms, distinct jaw line, with short dark brunette curls. An alpha female with a hot, predatory streak. She moved one of the chairs and sat herself next to Max at the table. Maxine’s eyes wandered over her.