’ ‘Thank you Jim. I appreciate it more then you know but you know me and Christmas.’ Kissing her on the forehead Jim said, ‘Yes I do. I wish y...u would change your mind just this once though. Martha loves you like her own and we hate seeing you spend the holidays alone.’ ‘Thanks. Please send Martha my love and tell her that I hope she enjoys the cookies and goodies I baked for both of you.’ Jim and Martha owned her place of employment. She had worked there for almost five years and it was just. A woman of means and leisure such as our mistress must impress. It is expected of her. Society demands her to be fashionable, refined, beautiful and to entertain with a level of opulence that befits her class; the slave-owning class. ********************************I apply another touch of red to Ara’s cheek and gently rub it in,“How do I look?” she asks softly.“Like a three obol whore.”“You mean…. just like you.”We both struggle to suppress our laughter as. When Clint looked her way, she mouthed the words, ‘THANK YOU.’ The look he gave back almost took her breath. His eyes seemed to be able to touch her, because every part of her body tingled in response, which, evidently, he knew. He grinned widely and winked at her. That wink helped to reaffirm her decision to avoid men like Clinton Davis. Mentally, she told herself, he doesn’t affect me. Too bad her body wasn’t on the same page as her mind. Quickly, she made her way to her desk. Once she was. This all flashed through my mind as I took the vibrator in my hand and turned it on. I feel you jump slightly as you hear the sound and realise what I have with me as I return to stand in front of you. My fingers move down and start to stroke your pussy lips, pushing them apart and teasing your clit as I do. My hand moves down and forces your legs wider apart before letting my fingers ease into your pussy, feeling you hot and waiting as my fingers push into you. The tip of the vibrator is.