He just looks at me.Then he say "please let me go I'll make it worth your while" I ask him how?I know you have no money no place to live, nothing! And...he smiles to which Ireply I don't think so that thing is locked up and is staying that way! Hejust sort of shrinks in the chair. I leave him in the chair and go about mybusiness for the day, paper work for my club, food and drink order and allelse involved with running the club.John.Damn it I thought I could charm this woman but no luck now she. I also learned the silent, non-verbal but highly communicative signals that slave girls might resort to - lowering my eyes, licking my parted lips, spreading my thighs, or pushing my breasts up and forward, so that a master might choose to reach out and caress them. I knew it was in my interests to draw attention, to make myself desirable, to be the kind of girl that a man might order to her knees before him, or might drag off to a private room, there to put her through her paces. And knowing. I then sucked her milky boobs her milk factory and as i was sucking her i was also fingering her… she was so wet by now…. I went down and began to smell her pussy… it was the aroma which was making me go mad… I began to suck her and lick her pussy… she had become so hot.. she was getting her orgasm i guess she was pulling her self away from me and she was both laughing and moaning…. I had to put my full strength to hold her and suck and lick her pussy… then she just shot and my whole face was. I guessed that Laura had been overhearing our discussion and she had been able to fill in the blanks much faster than Greg. I could still feel the sleep in my eyes and I took my time to answer him.“Yes - and so?”Now there was no question that Laura was listening to me and giggling, since Greg didn’t seem to take it.“Greg, I was with a friend – okay?”“Will, wouldn’t ... could there be some problems with this task in hand?”I let out a little laugh, since I had to admit that the fact that I was.