Some of my competitors and colleagues had cried foul, but I chalked it up as envy. I mean, what really was the difference between outsourcing to a str...pper or escort, and doing it myself?I hadn't tried really cheating -- with magic -- since the one trip to Texas. It hadn't worked out so well, and Stacey had decided it was too risky to keep trying. Besides, it felt good to know I'd won all the business on my own without any tricks, no matter what the whiners said. If I put out to close a deal --. He told us guys to finish our work within 1 and a half hour and leave.I told fine and went inside the room. She was facing the window and looking at the sunset. Her tilted hips made me go crazy. I went and hugged her from the back and she responded really well. She closed the window and turned towards me. She started to kiss me and she pushed me on the bed.She came on top of me and we exchanged our saliva for quite some time. I started undressing her saree. I removed her pallu and the blouse. We rounded the corner, the one that housed the garden centre, which was deserted at this time of year. You led me around to the rear of the building, to the seclusion it offered... "Okay," you started, once we'd come to a stop. "Get that ladder set up here." I was pretty clumsy at it, but with your help, it was finally up. After that, you ordered me to undress."No." A glint of defiance and anger entered my eyes. I raised my chin to let you know I meant business. Your reaction surprised me. You. "Hey," Penny nudged her chin with a foot, "you're not an 'I' or a 'me' anymore. You're an 'it' now. You will refer to yourself as 'your slave' or 'this slave' from now on. Got it?" Yes, Mistress." Good. We'll also have to come up with a new name for you. 'Shannon' is a person's name. No good for a slave. How about I call you 'slavegirl' for now, and if I think of a better one, we'll use that."The kneeling girl buried her face in her hands and started crying."Please no," she begged, "please.