I asked her to purchase one of these to keep in touch with me. Sally told me that some of these suspicious calls on Roger's phone were to one of these...phones. I figured it was to keep in contact with someone he didn't want anyone to know about.As Sally and Jim were working on the computer information I was still jotting down and checking Roger's extra phone records. Then from the other room I heard Sally say:"Oh, shit! Oh, no! Oh, Christ!"Then in a low voice, I heard Jim say, "We have to tell. While I was climbing in the back of the car someone hit my ass really hard and then slave 1 said to get my virgin ass out of the car before she shoves something in it.I was now totally confused, then I realized why he said most of the time because they switch allot. She was now our Mistress and he was slave 1 and all of a sudden I was no longer a lesbische slut, I was now a good for nothing schlampe. She decided that now that I was his (slave 1) good for nothing girlfriend that she refers to as. "Or seven," Mikee added.I was thinking about making a break for it.It was Saturday afternoon, and we were all sitting in my living room again. I was in Dad's chair with Tami on my lap. Robbie was sitting in the other chair with her new laptop in her lap, making notes. Traci, Mikee, and Kelly were sharing the sofa."Let's get back to business," I said, trying to change the subject. "We've got until Friday."Mr. Mulino had decided that all the projects had to be organized by Friday, with major. I immediately began to match his steps, feeling thethrobbing bass deep in the center of my womanhood. Mygirlfriends had always made fun of me; they all said Icould probably orgasm just standing in front of a liveband. The truth was, dancing to me was like having sex inpublic. Moving my hips, sweat trickling down my body, thefeeling of someone else’s hot flesh pressed against mine,and all the while that vibration of the bass drum drivinginto the core of my being. When the song ended, I.