. claims of undying servitude or not ... I wanted a physical manifestation of her willingness. I knew this document would in no way be legal. It was ..... in the most simplest of ways ... an excuse ... something that I could look at to allay my moral objections.I centered the piece of paper on the front of my desk. I placed the pen neatly next to it. I then rotated it so that it would be right side up for someone on the other side of the desk.I sat back in my chair and waited.I often sat in my. BEEP"Tim, its Mark. I need you to meet me at the office." Came another femalevoice. Beep. "Pikachu." Beep."This is Janet, would it be possible to meet at the office." Came a maleBritish accent. Beep.The sound of weeping. Beep.All the messages were people from work who had called, and wanted to meet atthe office. Sitting on her bed she realized that something similar to hersituation must be going on in many of her fellow employees houses. Shestarted to get up and look for something to wear when. One of the ways in which they differed from true mansions was that their grounds were not quite so extensive as to banish all signs of having neighbors, and the backyard of their rear neighbor was quite visible over the intervening fence from the girls' third floor bedroom. They knew that house was owned by Miss Langley, a nice woman in her mid-thirties who lived alone. The entire family got along well with their neighbor, who already lived there when they moved in ten years ago, so they had. “It’s alright, pet, you were dreaming of me. Your need was born of a deeply rooted desire to please me. There will be no punishment for that delicious orgasm.” Lauren blushed deeply as her hand flew to her bare breast. “Yes Domina, thank you.” Lauren became more aware of her surroundings as she awakened fully. She finally took a good look at her mistress. “Domina, you’re wet and you look so sexy,” she said as she stared at her. Lauren’s eyes roamed the length of Michelle’s body. She stopped and.