. just called you,” I said as I handed my card to the woman.“Yes Mr. Sherman. I’m Clara Millen. Come on in and we’ll go out back and I can sho... you what we want. My daughter and granddaughter are back there now,” she said. Ms. Millen was exactly as I pictured her, maybe early fifties and a widow.I followed her through the cluttered house and out through the kitchen to the back porch. I saw the shipping boxes and packages that contained the pool, pumps, filters and connectors.“I’m afraid we have. ”A small orgasm rushed through me as I knelt over the wounded Xera. Fire burned behind me, but I ignored it. My pussy clenched on the two fingers as the magic rushed through my body. I ripped my fingers out, hating how much blood pumped out of Xera's chest, spilling around her breasts. I brought the pussy-stained fingers to my nipples and rubbed the juices into my areola and nub. I could use a healing potion to cure Xera, but I had only three, and I had a feeling we would need all of them. The. "Yes, Sir." "Next item is your conduct here. You will be polite, obedient, and submissive at all times to all the employees. You are the new girl here and the company slut, therefore everyone here is your superior. "The men here will be referred to as Sir and the women will let you know what to refer to them as–some do not like to be called Ma'am. I am your supervisor and your boss so you will answer to me. But you will respect everyone who works here," he said."Yes, Sir." "Now you are being. Like: Have you ever done anal?" Anal? Nope. Never have. I mean, if you want it, I'll do it, but it's not one of my big ambitions." I thought maybe you figured, a hippie chick like me, I'd be into that." I hadn't thought about it, one way or the other. Tattoos, though." Tattoos?" Yeah -- I thought maybe, you being a hippie-type chick, you had some tattoos. On your butt, maybe, or on your shoulder blade." You want to see?" I thought you'd never ask," I said.Sandy pulled the housecoat off one.