Intervention - Part Two is about to start in 10 minutes.About fifteen minutes later my boss, Jenny come by, coffee in one hand,talking on her mobile p...one. She does a double take and drops hercoffee. Stands there for a a few seconds, her mouth agape.Right affect, right gender and, you could argue, right sexualorientation.Wrong person? I wish that wasn't the case, I've always had a bit of acrush on my boss, even though she's about 16 years older than me. Butshe's been with Cheryl for about 15. Any animal, John, any!”“No, you don’t mean ... you ... you gave us this ... this drug?” asked an incredulous John Andrews“Um, hmm. We all take it here. Caroline, me, the girls, Tony, Reeves - we all use it, to increase our abilities. It’s really quite harmless, unless you think it’s harmful to be able to make love to your wife for hours at a time. We’ve been doing it for years.”John was furious. “How could you? Without telling us? Drugging us?”“What would I have asked, John? Whether you wanted. ”There was a tall guy, dressed in leather from head to toe with a hot black celtic tattoo that ran under his pec, around his side and back to a point above his hip. The tat framed his sexy abs covered in dark clipped hair. He roughly pulled out of the guy he was fucking and stood up and waited. The clerk helped me out of my clothes and I quickly stood before him in my black pvc bikini, boots and armband. The other guy was built like a “fireplug.” Short. Stocky. Bald. Clipped hair all over his. .. ?" Yes, I understand the difference. What I don't understand is what I am. You, you call me slave, yet by your definition I'm not." My girl paused, a loving smile spreading out, matching the look in her eyes. "Or am I wrong here but haven't noticed yet?" I call you my slave because that is what you are, what you will be, mine. Just as I am yours, your Mistress."Zoe paused before replying, obviously ordering her thoughts. When she answered, her voice was low, regretful, her eyes darting away,.