All the books, and there were a lot of them, were all on the shelves, all symmetrically arranged apparently. There was none of the usual helter skelt...r height differentials, patterns, and colors that you would normally see in a library. There was a flow to the book levels and even the colors, almost artistic, with no one book visually out of place. There were no stray papers. No scraps of notes or receipts out on his desk. There was a pen precisely parallel to the front edge of the desk. "Tell me if this is what you are here for!". She was swinging his dick from left to right, slightly and slowly stroking it. I could see, that it began to get hard."...Yes..." I said."Do you promise to serve us and our needs in any way we want?" Yes, I promise." She smiled."I will tame and train you to be a good, little slut for both of us, I can tell you that." Yes Ma´am. I will be a good slut for you." Don´t call me Ma´am! You will ALWAYS address us in an adequately manner and you will call me. She knew if she could only pull back the jacket to her suit, Bill would clearly see the dark black bra underneath it. A couple of hours after Monica got to her workplace that day, she managed to get the assignment to take some papers over to Bill's office for him to sign. With them in her hands, she got inside his office and when she noticed that no one else was around to see her, Monica turned so Bill couldn't miss seeing and she lifted her jacket, showing him the strap of her black thong and. ” “When I was five my mom died, a drunk driver slammed into her car and Frank my fa…” She took a deep calming breath trying to slow her heart. “My father become depressed and started to pull away from everyone. So I had to learn to take care of myself. Then when I was ten I had got home from school one day to find him in a really bad mood. I don’t even remember what it was about.” Unaware in doing so Becky hand slowly started to rub the right side of her face. “His finally calmed down when he.