Suddenly, my job wasn't so cushy. It became evident that we needed to increase the measures in place to protect the formula.To that end, I found mysel... in Las Vegas last week for a trade show on anything, and everything, a company could ever need to ward off corporate spying and espionage. I felt a little like James Bond with Q. That was the guy with inventions, wasn't it? I did pick up some very helpful ideas and even ordered some equipment and software for the company.The last day of the show. . and I rather ‘forgot’ to offer them. Heh, heh...First we went upstairs, taking the staircase of course, to let our spies get a good long look at our Security office. As I requested, Scott Kneiper had now taken over the dayshift guard duty and right from her first glance at him I could sense Linda sneering at him, and by extension us. Entirely the point of calling him up here on duty!Scott was our resident IT geek and was a whiz with anything computer related, like our security systems. He. When we assembled at the court to decide teams all eyes were on us. There were six other people who were up with us, one of them Diedre, three other women and two men, both a bit older than everyone. Diedre introduced us to everyone, a bit awkward to meet them standing stark naked while the women glanced down at my manhood, some with longer glances. One of the women there I hadn’t noticed previously and she was striking, not at Jen’s level but nonetheless amazing. I’m guessing early 30’s, on. . no, needed a dominant woman, as much as I needed a submissive man. I felt an inverted kinship. I could tell you were too introverted to admit it to anyone but yourself, and I hoped by forcing you into the situation, you would come to adore serving me." Mistress, don't you see the difference than? Your instinct told you I needed you to save me from my own self. You took me to help me, and yourself, in hopes we were each other's 'one'. I sure as hell would have never tried to approach you, you.