Ashley here has no way to pay for all the work you did today," Robert says with a coy smile. "She is trying to work something else out with me. What d... you think?" He asks Steve. Steve thinks for a moment and replies, "Well I am sure we could figure something out." He says as he scans Ashley's firm body. "Uhm, if it’s too much to ask, I can just leave and figure something out." She stammers, looking towards the door. "Oh, no need for that." Robert replies calmly, "I'm sure we can figure. This I've got to see. You're in the studio. Right?Yes.I'll join you in a few minutes, and then we must leave to meet Josh and Nicole at the airport.Wanda's thoughts and manner seemed confrontational, which surprised me."You fuck your mother, huh?" she said."Yes, I have sex with my mother. Whether we fuck or make love depends on our mood at the time." When did she seduce you?"I laughed and nearly stumbled. We were walking along a path on the grounds in the compound. The landscaping was rife with. With the constriction around my breasts and the perfect posture encouraged by the corset, my tits looked like they stuck out a mile. Sally locked the belt around my waist and over the corset's laces. In seconds, my wrists were in leather shackles which were chained to the belt. With the five links between my wrists and waist, I could only lift my hands halfway up to the tips of my breasts. Sally squeezed and tugged at my nipples to bring them fully erect. Before I knew, it she had produced two. She was nursing a martini and seemingly checking out the men at thebar and then her eyes met mine and I felt a tightness in my chest.She smiled. A tiny, hint of a smile. And then she slowly, seductively,took the olive out of the glass with her pretty fingers, showing offbright red manicured nails and popped it in her beautifully made up mouthwith equally red lips."Was that an invite?" I wondered to myself, my heart beating fast. I wasMichael, a good looking 32-year-old marketing executive with.