Let me back up a bit, my name is Tara, I'm 26, wear a C cup, and for the longest time, I've been looking for a slavegirl. Someone who would obey my ev...ry order. I don't really want for money since my father died, and I could probably live comfortably for three lifetimes without needing a regular income.Back to her, she's 19 and eager to move out of her parents' house, so when I was sure she wasn't some invention by an overweight basement-dweller, I sent her a one-way plane ticket, some cab. “Not literally. And you can come downstairs any time you want to. But ... well, this is going to be a hard night for you,” Rachel giggled. “We’ll be making love to each other, I’m sure, but we all want a little Jacob action. Got it?”“Yeah. I’ve got it.” I licked the length of Livy’s slit as I felt Rachel stretching a condom over me.“This is so you don’t go off too quickly and then can’t get up for another,” Rachel instructed. “But it’s also so none of us girls end up with come running down our. "I knew that you wouldn't be able to wait, man," he laughed, "I justhope you haven't worn her out." I may be a little buzzed," she said, "But I doubt all three of you guyshave the energy to come close to wearing me out."Mark and Todd both gave little whoops, encouraged by her statement."We'll have a chance to put that to the test later," I assured her.This time her smile back at me was pretty brazen. She was daring me!The darkening sky indicated that the impending evening was soon to beupon. Speers had sent over a significant bonus for having finished the manual on time, Karen said, "Why don't you take the rest of the week off?"Although two days of comp time did not begin to cover the three weekends that Denise had worked, she was too tired to point it out. Nodding her head, she said, "Okay. I'll see you Monday." Good job," Karen said."Thanks," Denise said. She was tired enough that further pleasantries would have been wasted. She turned and left the office heading towards home and.