The story will have too many things I have not told; it will have too many gaps in the plot. Don’t read it if you don’t wanna. And yes, this is my...first story, but I’ll not have spelling or grammar errors; if Smriti finds errors in this, I am dead! And I’m not revealing my name. Smriti calls me “Baby” so “Baby” I shall be. I am reachable at Assume the story to be not true or assume the story is real, I don’t care.“Mistress, please? Please give me the key, I beg you! I need to jack off right. Sam's hand was on my shoulder, bracing herself against me, one leg rested on my thigh. Two fingers slid into her and I felt her tighten around them. I was watching her face. Her eyes were closed, her teeth bit her lower lip as she savoured each entering. No words escaped her lips now, only meaningless gasps and sighs as I explored her depths.And then I offered my mouth to this adventure. As my tongue tip rolled over her clit, I felt Sam's hand pressing against the back of my head, drawing me. Warren added."We also have a huge balloon payment of fifteen million due in six months," Mrs. Harmon added."We can handle the debt," Mr. Perkins said firmly.Missy chimed in. "If we sell, what will happen to the plant?" They aren't sharing their plans with us. Chances are that they will come in and cut back on some things, maybe even close the plant and try to sell it." I think we should sell. I don't have any interest in running the plant. Melissa is too young to run it. Profits are down. If we. Her lack of money would probably be my best lever.I had a vacancy for an extra couple of hours every evening when one of my other girls left, so I called Bobbie in my office."Now Bobbie, I got a few extra hours here, if you want them," I said."Oh yes please," she said breathless with excitement."But Mrs Taylor did ask first," I said and indeed she had.Mrs Taylor though makes the back end of a bus look good."Oh please can I have them, please," she said looking delightful."Well I shouldn't.