‘Did I say you could move, slave?’ ‘No, Mistress.’ ‘I thought not. Now stand, open your fucking mouth, and stay still!’ ‘Yes, Mistress.�...� Drake felt the need to resist as once again the hand slid into his mouth. She kept her hand there as she ran the other one over him, pinching at different muscles and poking at sensitive spots. Drake trembled as he tried not to move or gag on her hand, knowing either would spell punishment. Raell enjoyed placing a hand into the mouths of her slaves, knowing. As far as I know, nobody got further than making comments. Plenty of men had discreetly tried to ask her out. Some were even indiscreet. But she politely rejected them all. She did her best not to hurt their feelings, but that didn't stop some guys from calling her prude. They also made more lewd comments about her. I supposed it helped them get past their hurt feelings.I was as drawn to Betty as any other man in the office. We didn't interact often, but when we did I found her funny and. " Tim grinned at Ken, who rolled his eyes at the tease. "I don't know anyone personally, but I'm sure my Dad does. I'll ask him and get back to you." Thank you!"The two sat in silence for a second."So, what is your occupation?" Ken asked."My occupation?" Tim mulled that over for a second. "Well, I'm just a student right now. I'm working on my MBA, it should be done next year. I'm looking for an internship this summer. I'll probably just work for my Dad, but I would like to find something more. "Knew it," Allen nodded thoughtfully as their partner and friend beganto laugh even louder. "The sarge finally snapped."It was the hair salon. That would drive anyone crazy," he noddedknowingly."You," Jamie laughed weakly as she sucked air for breath. "You don'tknow my mother," she chuckled weakly now. "My dad used to volunteer forextra work shifts just to stay out of the house whenever she found anew cause."Because she invariably wanted to drag everyone she knew into it withher. I think that.