" he called. I pushed open the door and moved through, looking down at the floor. "You called me, master?" I asked."Come in, slave." he said. I closed...the door and hurried in to obey. My master sat on a thickly cushioned chair, two slave boys waving tall palm fronds to cool him. I moved to him and knelt at his feet."My member requires your attention, slave." he said, casually, as though telling me for a cup of water. I crawled up into his lap and opened his breeches, taking his limp member. It was always that first drink that was the best and every pore in his dangerously overweight body was screaming in his brain to get a move on and tie the bloody shoes.The cursed police handlers were all around him and he had reached a stage in the whole affair where they were invisible to him because they made him feel guilty for his devious informing on his friends and neighbors these past few years. It wasn't the cash they paid him for the information that had hooked him, it was the sensuous. The submissive little student perked up at the sight of the camera staring at her. It reminded her of her little laptop webcam and how good it felt to expose herself. Her teacher pressed record and the student immediately started to flash her hairless privates at the lens. "Good, little Trixie." Mr Wright said. "You love being recorded, don't you?" The student nodded as she held up her skirt, flashing her teacher as her face turned bright red. She wanted to show off and look big for the camera,. " He looked at me thoughtfully. "But we already have a gal that orders the same drink you did for her husband every day. I guess you'll have to share her name in my head. Unless you tell me your real name of course," he added, with faux innocence."That was smooth. It's Diana," I said, feeling girlish as I extended my hand to be gently shaken."Tom."There was an awkward pause."So another woman orders the same drink as my husband?" I felt a guilty compulsion to include my spouse in the.