" Roll over, then explain. I wanna see the mother lode." These tattoos weren't my idea or my doing, Cindy." I don't care. I want to see them." It does...'t matter to you that these were forced on me?" No." So no matter how I got them, I'm still a slut in your eyes?" Yes, any girl that screws more than three guys is a slut in my book." So, if a girl gets raped more than three times, she's a slut?" Yes. Any girl that gets raped that much is doing something to invite rape. She's a slut. You're. I wondered if that last lot of tax information was all right? Or if you needed to talk it through?"George reassured her that everything was fine and that there wasn't anything they needed to discuss. Clutching the bag of magazines to him, terrified unless they should fall, he bustled inside leaving Allison calling after him, "Well, if you do need to chat you can always give me a call. You've got my number." George nodded and waved and hurried indoors.Back in his study he piled the magazines on. I stopped again. It was a lot. However long it had been, it was a lot.Sarah, on the other hand, was there. Harry brought her into the room, leading her on a leash that linked to her collar. She was smiling cheerfully as she stepped along behind him in impossibly high heels and a skirt so tight that she seemed only to be able to move her legs below the knees. Harry turned to talk to her. As he did so, I realised that there must have been some reconciliation between the two of them that I had. "You know I would always be happy to work on you.. or with you should I say".Huge smiles spread on both our faces as Marlon showed me what he needed. I lifted the shelf which wasn't heavy but it was high to reach and as I lifted it my robe rode up my body exposing my bum. I hadn't even noticed but Marlon did."Oh wow I never knew you was so built for a black man" he said as he leant up over me and screwed the shelf up. I blushed but wasn't sure what he meant. My mind was just racing as I felt.