" What changed to make you want it so much?" Becky asked."It was when you came into my shop, ma'am," Christine explained. "I saw what you were like wi...h Jamie and your master. I saw how you all interacted; how much fun you had; how you treated each other. And it made me think that I can be safe to give myself to you; that you would be a good mistress for me. It made me want to be part of what you have."Now it was Becky's turn to give a considered look. "You said that you have been a slave. . Brandy. I like Brandy." My name isn't Brandy," she said, raising her voice a couple of octaves and throwing in a confused lilt, "My name is ... is ... gosh, I don't what my name is. I guess Brandy is as good as any." It's not Brandy yet, you have to earn your name. But in the meantime," he said with a grin, "How about a little preview?"She felt an urge to show him her tits. The inner struggle was brief as she knew she had to act the part.Giggling, she pulled up her halter to give him a good. "Yes. What do you have to do to climb the corporate ladder of success? Rumors have it that you have to sleep with the boss." She smiled wickedly, obviously aware of my discomfort.Kara had joined the firm about six months ago and landed a position as one of the rows of secretaries that lined the front office. Although she did not work directly for me, I was, ultimately, her boss. I was never sure it had been a good idea for her to work so closely to her own father, nepotism at work. Now the. When he showed up I told her not to move or remove the blindfold, then I answered the door and there he was, John. Twentyfive and handsome, he was not to shy about me greeting him in my underwear with a huge boner. I ushered him straight into the bedroom and told him that I had been getting her ready for him but maybe he should eat her out for a while to start things off.He stripped down to his undies as well and started licking her juicy wet twat. I held her wrists down above her head as.