..23...22....21...20...The car stopped once again, and the doors opened. She could only smile nervously as she noticed the janitor waiting for the oth...r elevator. Thank goodness he was going up! She exhaled a huge sigh of relief as the doors closed and the car once again headed down. 19...18...17...16...15...14...13...12...And the car came to a halt. The doors opened. A man waiting to go down turned to face the Service Elevator, and asked if he could use that car. She gathered her wits long. Laurel cried out, "Nooo...ohHHHH!" Her back arched as she exploded in orgasm......just like me. I came hard on my fingers as I closed my eyes and imagined Pauly's potent, sperm-filled cum blasting into my daughter's hot, fertile depths, remembering the first time I had experienced that feeling myself. I came and came, hearing the young lovers gasping in their own orgasms. And then I came some more. Finally, I was spent, shaking, trying not only to control my breathing, but to remain upright in. “Yes, master.” I hadn’t been certain the signal would be remembered. When we set it up, it was so Wendy could signal me that she needed her master. But I could use the signal as well to tell her I needed her to submit. I’d never used it before.“Tiger, have you packed yet?”“Nearly everything, master.”“You are to retrieve anything you absolutely must have for the next week from your suitcase and give it to Kate. Your toothbrush, shampoo, medicine—anything you cannot possibly do without. I can’t. As she spoke Mistress Smith began attaching wires and checking the machine.“In Club Gomorrah, you belong to us slut, the body we own unconditionally as per the contract you signed and the investment we made perfecting you. The mind we allow you to keep, though only because it enhances the work you do and increases profits.“And the soul mistress?”She smiled. “Tell me, what do you know of Fuckpig’s Slut?”“If you're more than you're worth to the club, more… if you’re a waste of money you become a.