”“Valerie, kneel at my feet. When we go in, crawl on your hands and knees. Make sure he knows just what you are.”“Yes Master. With pleasure.�...Valerie truly was proud of being Charles’ submissive and slave. That she was fired for just that reason was all the more reason to flaunt it in this building. She wanted to let the man who fired her know that she had no regrets.He attached the leash to her collar and waited.“He will see you now.”“Come, Valerie,” he said, tugging at the leash.“Sir, she will. Nothing." Dan mumbled, looking down at the floor. "I just offered to give you a massage, that's all. You seemed kind tired and I thought it would relax you. That's all."Jen suddenly began to feel very badly about how she had reacted. She looked at Dan seemingly sulking and she walked up to him. She placed her hand under his chin and lifted it up."I'm sorry I over-reacted." She smiled into his eyes. "A massage may be just what I need. Come one."She offered him her hand and pulled him up and then. She thrust forward, raising her leg to allow room for my dick. I pushed forward, so that my dick was between her legs, up against her pussy. I could believe thinking that my sister had a pussy, and that made me even harder. My dick didn’t go in her pussy, but laid right there under it. She lowered her leg and it was the greatest thing I had felt. There it was so warm between her soft white thighs. We just laid there, not saying a word, with our arms around each other.Then, I felt a twitch in my. When you look at it, eleven years is a long time to be sentenced to. Under certain circumstances, I could have been freed before this if I'd killed someone. And I haven't committed any crimes.Sometimes, I can't help myself. Occasionally, I look at the clock ticking on the wall. I watch the minute hand and the second hand as they slowly make their circuits around the clock's face. Sometimes, I look past the minutes and seconds and allow myself to think of the time in days or weeks or months.Once.