The same delicate cheek bones, the same slanted eyes. They even wore the same glasses. Only Ms. Hiragawa had darker-olive skin while Pam’s was light...r, betraying her Caucasian blood. I just hadn’t realized it. But their ears were different.Pam had ears like my sister Alicia.“Just fall to your knees and be the submissive slut you’ve been yearning to be for years. You’ve built this store, worked hard, and denied yourself what you truly want to be. A slave. On your knees. Sucking your man’s. I used the training module I had set up for experienced gym nuts; every machine twice. I knew it would be hard on me but I wanted to get back into shape as fast as I could. It was on my bucket list of things to do as soon as possible.By the time I was finished I was weak and winded like a race horse that had been run too hard. The showers and hot tub helped some. I waited until one of Amy Crossman’s weekend masseur ladies was free for a turn on the massage table.Tomorrow I was going to spend. She told me to tell her more and that she was so close to cumming. I went on to tell her, how I would bite down on her hard nipple as I slide my cock in and out of her. A few seconds later she told me she was all set and wished I was with her to demonstrate what I just told her I would do. I told her how I agreed, but it was unfair how I couldn't jerk off. She told me that she would take care of me later when I leave work. The day went on with her teasing me and sending me more pictures of her. I should get out of class at three and I should be to the room by four. In case you don't get this for some reason I'll call you at the office around ten. Take care Candy and know that I'm looking forward to this afternoon." End of message. To delete this message press seven."Until he said "Take care Candy" I thought that the message was a wrong number, but as soon as he said "Candy" I knew that my comfortable life had just come to an end. There was just a touch of denial in me as I thought.