....."so the slut has a sensitive spot does she?" wack the fourth is on the same spot..........i moan and try to pull away crushing my legs together s... he won't reach it again..............he addresses you directly this time.........."i thought you said she was a slut worth working with" i don't look at you but hear you reply "she is" and i think "that's my Master'.one more........he pulls my legs apart to reveal the sore spot...and wack .......he comes down heavily........before the pain can. This frustrated me.so after one night on the town we headed back to mines. where we continued drinking...... i started spiking her drinks with alot of alcohol. one thing led to another and she told me to sit in the lounge whilst she staggered through the house. i suspected she was going to throw up in the bathroom so i let her be. 10 mins later she turns up in the room. looking like something else. her hair was tied up in a ponytail. glasses on. white shirt unbuttoned to show her cleavage in a. But it’s the day before taxes are supposed to go out. You tell me to sit and I noticed on your desk an object but I couldn’t make it out. You said asked me some questions, and I answered. I realized that you left you egg vibrator out in the open, and I got instantly hard. I was imagining you playing with yourself in your chair. You look down and noticed my bulge in my pants, not to mention you caught me looking at your breasts. I look at the egg and you blush, for a second but get my attention. Noella forwarded the e-mail to Steven and picked up the phone. ‘Can I come and see you now. It’s urgent.’ ‘What’s the matter Noella? You sound terrible.’ ‘I need to see you.’ ‘OK, OK. Come now.’ In a flash she was in Steven’s office. ‘I sent you an e-mail. Open it and click on the link.’ Steven obeyed. ‘What’s this he asked?’ as the picture of Noella’s house came into view. ‘That’s my house!’ ‘I didn’t know you were selling?’ ‘I’m not!’ ‘Fuck! You’re not selling. What the!……….Have you rung the.