She had that glow. I was not done with her. I grabbed her hand and virtually dragged her into the house. When we got to the bedroom I pressed her up ...gainst the wall and kissed her as passionately as I could. Our tongues locked into a carnal dance. My hands roamed her body. I wanted to touch her. All of her. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to know every curve. I teased and pinched her nipples. They were hard and sensitive. Sarah responded with moans to my touch. I broke away from our kiss and. ..I was deeply disturbed....I kept calling him but he wouldn't answer...the pic had no description and no location...all I could do was look at that photo and get sad...I also thought about Mark...I wondered what happened to him...I kept calling him...nothing happened....no one answered..."I can't believe you got caught too..." I thought to myself...according to my own thoughts...that guy knew a lot about us...and obviously he was gonna call me...and it wasn't too much time before someone. I knew what it was, and Istarted making little noises of anticipation as I waited for it tobecome fully real. I was surprised for a second by the sound of my ownvoice, and then my arousal from hearing it kicked up a notch.I was as close to orgasm as I think I have ever been without crossingthe line, and because I knew what I had wished for, I knew just howlarge, how frequent, and how long my orgasms would be. The shape infront me solidified further as my boob growth began to slow to a halt.. You are one fucking good whore.??Thank You Sir.? He helped me fromthe desk and released me from his office. The others in my area stared at mewhen I walked past and some whispered. I returned to my desk, gathered myhandbag and left for the day. Master was waitingin the car. I greeted him with a kiss and we sped home to prepare for theevening. First on the agenda would be to service Master. This could take manyforms, some pleasurable to me, some torturous and painful, but this was mylife.The.