I probably am, actually, but I couldn’t help it. There she was, looking hot in her slinky little dress, pointing her perfectly manicured, lilac tipp...d finger at me, while she ranted on and on about some pointless nonsense. To her, my face was a patient mask of indifference, while inside the rage was steadily building. At first, all I could think was: stupid woman doesn’t even know what the hell she’s talking about. Then it was: goddamn fucking rich bitch just can’t get through her fucking day. Miss Hunter spoke;"Are you ready to reward Him Abigail?" Oh yes please Miss" she said as she eagerly climbed onto the soft cool white silk sheets. Miss Hunter toyed with his cock once more which was now rigid. She stood him at the end of the bed and elevated it a little more with a foot-pedal.Abigail knelt before him on the bed as the small audience took their places in the chairs next to it; the two mistresses taking one of the attendant waifs each, placing their hands down to pleasure the. “18! I left school and started working here full time…I’m sorry I should have said something!” She looked like she was almost in tears. “Don’t be sorry, it’s just a shock; I mean you were so good! It’s hard to believe you’ve never done anything like that before!” I tried consoling her.She nodded at my words and then smiled brilliantly. To my surprise, she got up and put on her clothes with out any more words. I sat there watching her intently. She was dripping in sweat, her hair was a mess, her. "Slim, not skinny. A svelte jungle cat. Remember?" Yeah, well, you should have seen her when she was, ah, younger." Younger!" she shrieked. "Oh, you are going to pay for that, Boss, big time." She stopped and suddenly smiled rather nastily, never a good sign. "In fact right now's a good time to start paying for it. Those dick-heads from the NIS are outside drooling all over the deck wanting to talk to you. How about I let them in so they can rake your flabby old ass over the coals?" You'd let.