"How was the party?" she asked as I sat down."The same as always."She pointedly closed the law book she was reading and took a sip of her iced coffee...."Anything I should know about?"I shook my head. "No, it was the usual."She sighed. "There are days I wish I could get into that sort of thing." You'll find Mr. Right, and you'll be happy."She took another sip. "Perhaps. I think about that, you know. Oh, not as much as you, but I do." I probably think too much. That's a bad habit of mine." How's. "'You know this man?' Jun asked silently.'Quincy Hollingsworth.' I replied, keeping my attention on said Hollingsworth.'Disowned son of a rich man. Washed out of SEAL training. Never quite understood the concept of teamwork. Always looking out for himself at the expense of others. He doesn't like me much.'"You never got the idea, did you Darren?" Hollingsworth chided, "You've got to look out for yourself, 'cause nobody else will." That what you're doing, Quince?" I asked, "Looking out for. Suck it!” he urged her on.Then with a great pull, he tore the panties like they were tissue paper. The satin fabric shredded and ripped away from her ass and as he kept tearing, fell in tatters around her legs. Immediately she felt the cold rush of air sweep between her legs, she was free. Her cock immediately swung to full erection, rock hard and throbbing. Master laughed and reached down and grabbed it and squeezed it tight.“Mmmmmm and what have we here?” He asked playfully, stroking her as. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror thinking about what I had just done.In some way I felt dirty, cheap and used as part of me hated myself for what had just happened. While another part of me had enjoyed being his little slut and wanted to go fuck him again. I gathered my thoughts, straightened myself up a bit and slipped my panties back on as the bar would soon be open before I returned to Sam’s office.He was dressed and behind his desk. He was talking to someone on the phone as he.