She wondered what next. So what are you going to do to her? The guy asked. I am going to spank her for breaking my rules, Michael put simply. Why beca...se youre jealous that she was dancing with me? No because she is my slave and I told her not to allow anyone to put their hands under her clothes. She broke that rule when you touched whats mine, Michael told him. Wait, I dont get it. How do you own her? She looks American to me. I thought slavery was illegal, the guy asked clearly not. She never made it to class on time. She would purposefully walk in five minutes late, interrupting my train of thought as she slowly sashayed her way to her desk. Always, the flick of her long blonde hair as she sat down. She would pretend to concentrate. Every time I glanced in her direction, she would be staring at me, her chin in her hand, her blue eyes fixed on me, boring into me. Sometimes she’d run her tongue over her lips just to put me off.Then it happened. She saw me looking in her. Not statuesque.Since our office was mostly a development group with very little access to customers, our dress policy was strictly casual. She'd wear jeans and shirts, but nothing skin-tight that would reveal any figure. Actually, her dress was almost frumpy. Well, sometimes during the summer, she would wear shorts and I would get to see her legs (again, nothing earth-shaking; but I'm not really a leg-man).Maureen's project was was documenting our API's, which is a programmer acronym for. I answered and low and behold... they chose me. It was a really terrible run down little hotel. It was the middle of the night. Deep after with witching hour. No, those witches ain't shit. He met me at the door, in boxers, a raging hard on in his hand and a beer in the other. He smelled like weed and cum. He said "the other guy just left. you are right on time." The room smelled like cum and sweat. My cock was so hard. When I stepped into the room I saw Nichole for the first time. she was.