"Still sure that you’ve been a good girl, Pussy?" he asks, more threateningly this time."Yes, yes Master. Of Course!" I plead, but doubts are now fi...tering into my mind, as I remember copying some reports in the sales office during the morning. Had they been there? I couldn’t remember. God my memory was turning to shit lately!"This wanton little slut had on lace-top stockings and a red suspender belt, with four suspenders" he tells me, flexing the little whip."Oh shit!" I think to myself,. .. thebookshelf... the curtains...You open one of your drawers and can't help but recoil in disgust fromall the yucky boy clothes in there. You can't explain it, but yousuddenly want to get rid of all of these things as fast as you can.Still naked, you walk around the house. So many things look wrong. Somany things will have to go. In a sudden frenzy, you begin pulling pictures off the wall, gathering uppiles of books and DVDs, tearing down curtains... They all have to go. You'll have to call. ."I sighed and said, "And that is?"He replied, "Our forensic accountants went through Saggy's books with afine tooth comb, and found money set aside to pay you $2.5 million incommissions for something to do with a company called Genometron."I said, "Yes in a vain hope of getting released, I did some analysisthat showed Saggy he was going to lose a bundle on that investment butit was hardly worth that."Brian smiled and replied, "The US Attorney's office in New Yorkinterviewed Saggy's Chief. . yeah," I uttered pensively, hesitating a moment. "It's justthat...." What?" Faye queried."Oh, I don't know," I answered, hesitant. "All the time Angie waspounding away inside me, I felt so... used, like a piece of meat, andI... loved it. I felt like such a, a..." Slut?" Faye offered."Yes, dammit," I groused, "and it felt good. Are you happy now?" Ecstatic," she responded, that smirking lilt in her voice stillapparent. "You did tell me you adored sluts." Yes, but I hadn't pictured myself as.