Keith pulled himself over to the nearest panel and hit the audio-only key. “Yes?”“Keith, this is Arif. One of my people found something you may ...ant to see.”“I’ll be at the control room in ten minutes.” Keith cut the connection and looked for his clothes.Five minutes later, he entered the control room and settled into one of the chairs. He selected Arif’s incoming message header and returned the call.“That was fast.” Arif chuckled dryly. “A little background first. You know that Peytor. . but my wife was still at work for 4 hrs . Anyway I noticed upon letting her in that her big beautiful boobs were barely in her shirt and that she had on one hell of a short miniskirt. As I was folding my clothes I noticed she had her legs parted just a bit I looked ( probably stared) as she didn't have a lick of drawers on . We talked a lil about how her husband had left her and she was better off . I couldn't fake it Everytime she'd move I'd be looking to see what I could see. As I. "I took a shower, got dressed, and went over to Sally's. She answered the door wearing a black fabric tube top, a black leather micro-skirt, black stockings, and her black patent leather pumps. I could see her nipples poking through the top, and I suspect she didn't have panties on either. She had a lot of makeup on, way more then I'd ever seen her wearing before. Her lipstick was a bright cherry red. Her fingernails were the same shade of red. She held up a pair of handcuffs in her hands."Put. A good little whore loves to suck her Master. Right?I needed sleep, and that just wouldn’t happen in my current state.No! I would not, could not crawl to his bed, anxious to feel him in my mouth again ... but the thought would not go away. Crawling is nice, the thought lured me. I will be a good little whore.The inability to pleasure myself with my fingers or even the large dildo bothered me. It was wrong, the voice said. A good little whore didn’t diddle herself unless told to do so. But that.