David tried not to look, but he just couldn't help himself."Guess what, Mr. Derrelli?" she asked, sitting on the edge of his desk, handing him his cup...of coffee.He had just turned on the light, and was about to tell her to get off his desk when she lifted her skirt.David just stared open mouthed as she spread her legs. Naturally, she wasn't wearing any panties, and pointing to her pubic mound, she asked, "See?"He could barely see the shadow of a strip of light brown hair that ran from her panty. Now she could own nothing, and had no rights to claim otherwise.She herself had signed over power to me, and I had paid off certain debts, as I said I would. It would soon be time to put the next phase into operation.But I was now in no rush. She worked well, and the house was always clean, and food was cooked well and served promptly. She didn’t even realise she s being trained for later.My shirts were always laundered and pressed, as were my suits. Never did I leave the house in anything but. The cotton material is hot, and the uniformstiff of salt from her sweat, that makes it cling to her large saggybreasts. The last time she was wearing a bra, was the day she arrived to thisawful prison camp. Her nipples had grown huge and long, and were red and swollenfrom the constant rubbing of the dirty sweat-soaked frock. Together with theitching caused bye the crab louse and stubble's growing in the crotch betweenthe monthly shavings, it had been strangely pleasurable, but had also. Jazzy knew that her nipples were sensitive but not how sensitive they were until now. She started to feel that familiar ache in her core, her juices starting to flow freely. Jazzy began to breathe heavily, taking in gulps of air through her open mouth as she slowly moved toward her orgasm.Just as she reached the edge, John suddenly stopped and sat up, leaving her body in need of cumming. She watched as he stood up and looked around the room, finally asking, “Do you have any straight-back.