Emma gingerly knocked on the door of Amelia’s office and wandered in to see Betty daintily tapping away on the keyboard of her desktop computer. She...��d taken off the jacket of her suit to reveal her satin lace bra underneath. ‘Oh hello, Emma!’ She said sweetly. ‘Do you want to see Amelia?’ Indeed Emma did, but really only for her company. She sometimes yearned for those long legs that stretched out for so long. And she loved her memory of those voluptuous breasts that she’d not so fully enjoyed. This guys cock was as thick as tube of caulking if the pictures were real and of his cock then it would be just what she needed to forget about him. He had braided dread locks and a chiseled body of a swimmer not a hair anywhere on him. He had a big bright smile and big lips and if the pictures were of him, then he was everything any woman would fantasize about. But we had been there for almost an hour and the only people in the bar was a blond girl that was sloppy drunk trying to hit on this. ” Both my hands supporting her ankle now, her foot level with my face, the heel of her other shoe scratching insistently higher at my inner thigh. Very hesitantly now, quietly, “Steve, am I a sexy woman? Do I turn you on?” The thought that this could all be a trap flashed through my mind. But I was hornier than I could ever remember being. I bent my head slowly, touching my lips to her toes, kissing them gently. I raised my eyes to meet hers, to gauge her reaction. She was breathing fast,. It puzzled her for a long time and she fell asleep, her first night as a pet.She awoke in a cold sweat. She knew why. If she hadn't been shackled to the floor she probably would have bolted out the door of the club and never looked back. But the list of names on the bottom of the shelf stared at her. The same names as the ones in the files. They were daring her to stay. Challenging her to join them. To please him, their Master. It was what she wanted.As the long night passed into morning, she.