“I wore a print sundress,” I replied. I wanted to tell Jill how the interview was really going to be conducted, but couldn’t. Jim, the guy that...I interviewed with, was drop-dead gorgeous and a good interviewer. I didn’t want to spoil any surprises. “is there anything I need to bring to the interview, like prints or my portfolio?” Jill inquired. “No,” I replied, “Jim is the talent scout. He knows how to spot good talent and has been at this for quite a few good years. Leave your inhibitions. His movement then quickened as the women’s screams got louder. Faster and faster he went and then suddenly, with one last thrust, stopped as his eyes closed.He fell on top of the woman’s chest. An ad break came on but my eyes were seeing different images but my mind was still fixed on the amazing scene I had just witnessed. I tried to reach for my glass of water which was on the coffee table in front of me and then felt the immense wetness in my panties.I was dripping wet and it felt like my. "Yes sir, I am one of your slavegirls, sir," she said confused."And how many slavegirls do I have?" I asked."There are ten of us, sir. Some clean, some cook, some do other things," she said."I see. Well, Saiyani, I want you to get all the other slavegirls and bring them to me. I want to see all of you right here quickly," I said."Yes Master," she said and scampered off to get them. Tara rose from her seat at my feet and got dressed in her cloak again. She took a seat at the second smaller chair. There was one time, however, back in college, that my roommate and I got sloppy drunk together and I ended up letting him take me in the ass! It was such a mind blowing experience that I have secretly longed to do it again, but for one reason or another the opportunity has never come around. Occasionally, when Jens on her week off in the bedroom, I even masturbate with the purple toy in my ass and dream about finding another bi married guy to share some ass play with. But, my marriage, kids and.