She would love to grovel at their feet and debase herself to show her boys how much their mother loved them. It’s not her fault they never demanded ...t. It wasn’t her fault they respected her too much to treat her like the filthy slut she was. She went out of her way to show them what she was, what she needed. No, Bridgette thought, was she was doing was humiliating and degrading but it wasn’t a betrayal of her sons. They had to know that, right?The sounds of boyish laughter and video games. She was coming down. She had no idea how long her orgasm had lasted. Her mind started to race as it recovered from what he had done to her—how he’d made her his molested bitch. She shame of it made her body hot. He was keeping her pressed against the glass. But then her mind rang again. How many stops had it been since the last? Did anyone see? Her thighs were definitely damp—with her own squirt from what he had said—and she felt like she could smell her sex in the air. His fingers were no. Only mine.I spent two dull hours in my cubicle. My manager came by and congratulated me on doing an excellent job on my last project. He sensed something was wrong, and asked if I wanted to leave early. I replied that I was better off here than being at home.I stared blankly at my computer screen. I couldn't get the image of them out of my head. The way Tom ruthlessly used Selena's mouth, the way Selena was so submissive to him, the way she lifted her heels and gave Tom a kiss...My phone. Brenda said she would find me later and bring someone to replace me.”“Thank you for taking on this responsibility. Is there anything else I can do to help you?”“Master, I’d like to be less afraid. I’ve been thinking a lot, and much of my anger is because I’ve been afraid.”“Lisa, When you are about to feel afraid, I want you to pay attention and decide whether it’s a real concern or just being nervous. You will find that you are strong enough to make good decisions despite feeling that fear,.