Each time she was brought up about five feet from the pole, like she was in a cage, or there was a rope or chain attached to her collar, she collapsed...to her knees and brought her hands up to the collar on her neck, tugging at it like she wished to be free of it; sinking dejectedly when it wouldn't come off. A clang of a cymbal and she turned, as if a door had just opened. She backed away from the supposed intruder in cat-like steps. Then it appeared her master was whipping her as she dodged to. I was going to play along with her game. Sure, it was outrageous of her to ask me to give her oral sex in public, but I found that my heart was racing as I realized how exciting that would be. I surprised myself by looking at her and saying "Yes Mistress Karen."I nervously looked around the room to make sure no one was paying attention to me, and then I crawled under the table. The table cloth covered me pretty well, but if anyone glanced at the floor they would surely see my feet. I looked up,. " It was too. She never offered to help with the little girls when she came over, not even as much as holding one for a few minutes. All the other girls who came over held them as much as Mom would let them. I wondered if she'd ever changed a diaper in her life. I took another look around the room, painfully aware that Lucy was naked and clinging to my arm. I pointed to my shirts sitting on the table. "Why do you girls keep stealing my shirts?"Lucy looked confused, but after a second she. “You lucky cow!” Maggie laughed, “I get old man Thompson leering at me everyday and you get that gorgeous hunk to shag you across his desk every morning!” I instantly blushed, “You can’t say things like that….I’m a happily married woman!” “So am I,” she retorted, “but I wouldn’t mind a taste of whatever he has between his legs!” She then coarsely mimicked giving a blow-job. The others giggled but I hid my face in my hands. We worked quite closely for the next few days; gradually.