“Please give me a few minutes,” she asked as she closed her office door.Moments later Carla opened her office door, using it as a shield to block ... view of her body. Dan, Karen and Wendy entered and noticed she had changed into the same beige coloured blouse that was unbuttoned unfashionably low and a short hemmed light brown skirt that revealed slender looking legs. Her blouse tucked into the waistband of her skirt, caused the material to hug her breasts and protruding nipples supported by an. I decided to congratulate her, sending her a text to see what she was doing. It was still early, 11:43 AM by the clock on the wall. To Becky: Hey beautiful From Becky: What’s up troublemaker To Becky: What are you doing tonight? From Becky: Nothing but the usual. What’s up? To Becky: I heard a celebration is in order. Dinner tonight? From Becky: Sure. Where we going? To Becky: Nowhere fancy. I figured I’d cook up something for us From Becky: OK, what time you want me to come over? To Becky:. Touching yourself was only allowed when you were demanded to do it, and you were not even permitted to request permission to. He spoke, turning to the visitor. ?Yes, this is our most obedient slave. She's had so many cocks in her, unfortunately her bladder muscles sometimes seize up for long periods.? The visiting slaver looked disappointed as he eyed up the bulges your breasts made in the tunic you wore. The mistress told him, ?Usually it's about an hour between wettings though, so. The jealous beast inside my heart once more raged in frustration, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It looked incredibly sexy, my lover’s lips meeting Kirsten’s and both of them struggling for dominance, their hands instantly all over each other. When they pulled apart, they were both flushed. They whispered to each other, too low for me to make out, giggling and chuckling as they did. It’s strange, how you can feel immersed into a scene one moment and feel like a total outsider in the next..