“Finger yourself,” I demand, you hesitate at first, but the tone of my voice makes you slide your hand to your lips, and start rubbing. “Tsk, ts..., tsk,” I say, causing you to realize you messed up again. You struggle to stand up again, but get to your feet and stand by me. I take the rest of the tape and wrap your other hand to your thigh. I lay my hand palm up on the arm rest of my chair, two fingers sticking up. “Master says, use my fingers to pleasure yourself.” You straddle the arm. Jackson answered, "For obvious legal reasons we couldn't do that. No, we hired her as an administrative assistant and assigned her to Chris Kendricks." "Who's Chris Kendricks?" "He's one of our corporate analysts. He also occasionally works as a host." "Occasionally?" "Let me explain. The majority of the stockholders and investors that we deal with are heterosexual men. Men seem to be a little more open to casual sexual encounters, so hostesses are in greater demand than hosts. We only employ. "But, I mean, if you want me to bring her with me in the future, I will." Please do," Buchanan said. "She has every right to enjoy your successful climb in public life. My wife is usually at every party, no matter how exclusive." Though she never gets in the way of my fun and games, thought Buchanan."Yes," said the Arab, in an oily voice. "I've heard such wonderful things about her. That she can even sing and play piano." Oh, yes, she does that," Mark said, allowing his pride in her to surface. I showed up at the studio and set up for the taping. When introductions were about to be made, as was usual on a new film, in walked Janice. We were both taken aback to see each other. Being the professionals we both were, we performed our jobs to perfection. Janice entered the office set wearing a lilac business suit. Her long slender legs looked so sleek and sexy in those 6 inch black high heels she wore. Her long blonde straight hair was wrapped in a bun and her large nipples on her.