.” The brunette joked.“But, tell me. Is true what everybody says about your boss. This crime stuff, the killings, that news about him and the mob ...nd such?” Maven asked with very astonishment and curiosity.“Mr. Thorne has lots of enemies, at many levels of the power. People can make up stories about him just to see a powerful man like my boss to fall. And you know how this city are made of vultures”, told Candace like the subject it was normal stuff. Maven was bit worried, but still surprised. Anything would be better than the truth. His response is there before she has a chance to come up with anything. ‘So.. where were you then?’ He asks again and she’s sure that he’s getting impatient. ‘I played last night Sir…’ She sighs when she sends it, knowing that he’s going to be furious. When he doesn’t respond, she messages him again. ‘Master?’ Only three words come across the screen next. ‘Did you cum?’ Her body stiffens at the question, but she’s going to be honest. Lying will only get. She nervously looked around, and then compulsively moved her jet black hair out of her eyes. Her brown eyes looked down at the floor, unable to meet mine. I got up patiently, and closed the door to the classroom. I wondered what kind of trouble she was in. My mind immediately jumped to pregnancy, and I already had a speech planned about her different options."What did you want to see me about, Savannah?"I tried to be casual and moved in front of my desk, leaning my ass against the edge. It. “He owns our bodies.”“You keep saying that,” Wendy nodded. They followed the noisy group into the apartment door.“This place is kinda small for a house party,” Brandy said looking around the room.“Big enough for an orgy,” Tamara, the other big breasted brunette reclined with her knees apart on the couch. She smiled towards the door and moaned.“Jewel?” Brandy gasped. “Shit, if I knew you had a lesbian exception I would’ve been down.”“Exception?” Owen asked.“It’s not cheating if there’s no.