He had finished now and was zipping himself up. I sat up and looked about for my clothes."Stay put," he snapped, as I started to get off his desk."Ple...se, my clothes," I said, pointing at the pile on the floor."A pretty slut like you should always be naked," he said.His words sent a thrill though my body but I still felt naked and vulnerable just sitting there. He had finished dressing then he approached me again. He pulled my knees apart and moved between them."Such a pretty slut," he sighed,. "What kind of a friend would I be if you had to watch every word and plan out how you are going to say things around me?" I told her. "Thank you, Rick. I am glad that we can talk. I enjoy talking with you," she said smiling and relaxing. * The following weekend we decided to go out again. Actually I decided, calling her Friday at work and asking her if she had plans for Saturday. She said she didn't so I told her she did now. Tracy asked what I had in mind but I told her she would have to. Nothing seemed to stay in one place, objects changed size and the walls of the room seemed to be shifting and billowing. Yet, despite all these strange occurrences, Ed felt light-headed and euphoric... "Lorraine... Lorraine..." he called, trying to locate her in the jumble of distorted images that flashed across his eyes. He couldn't quite focus on anything, and even the floor felt strange, as if he were on a ship in the ocean."What's the matter?" It was Lorraine's voice but it sounded. Instead she went back to her leather swivel chair, raised her skirt and removed her knickers."As I said earlier, there are many duties my slaves need to carry out. Sometimes they need to be a repository for my waste if I can't get to or can't be bothered to get to a toilet."I made to complain, but the throbbing pain in my balls reminded me what might happen if I were to argue with her, so I maintained my silence and awaited my fate. Once again she came to stand over me, this time with her legs.