He was cute. In addition, all of the managers of the various departments stopped in to say hi and offer their assistance. Then there were the ladies. ...hile they were all friendly enough, Jenny couldn't help think that in many cases their words of congratulations weren't sincere. It almost seemed if they were stopping by to size up their competition. Maybe it was just her imagination though.On Thursday, she got a call from Mr. Davenport's executive secretary. He was the owner and president of. ’ ‘Go on, what image? I am what I am, I can’t change that.’ ‘Bullshit!’ She hissed at me, after all we were in a library where raised voices were frowned upon. ‘I know that you have reputedly had every one of the cheerleaders, I hear them talking about it all of the time, but if you listen closely, as I have, you’ll come to the conclusion, that they’re all talking bullshit, it’s just that they’re too self absorbed to realize that, or just plain dumb.’ ‘You know so much about me, but what about. ”As she walked away I suddenly confirmed that this was a set-up. I had no idea that it was when I saw her lying naked on that bed but now she knew what only my mother knew. Mom had caught me several times when I was in high school with her panties wrapped around my hard cock. This started when I was 14 and I loved the silky soft nylon against my cock. I would imagine that I had pulled them off a woman and her scent added to my pleasure.Now Helen knew and I had no desire to challenge her. Shelia was a fellow Domme and was the area’s leading supplier of fetish gear, from clothes to dungeon items and all of her parties were events not to be missed as she loved to demonstrate new items on her slaves. As Racheal entered the large warehouse, which was Shelia’s factory and in the rear her home, she saw a group of Domme's at the bar chatting away. As she approached she heard one say ?I love to bet on football with the loser becoming the slave of the winner since I never lose?. .