?My, what a good little sex slave girl you are. You’ve done well. At some point I want to find out just how you got so proficient at cunt lapping, y...ungster,? Gloria said. ?But, before we get to that, I want to bend you over this stool backwards, with your tits up in the air. I’ve had my eyes on them all day. I have a feeling that you want me to beat the hell out of those little darlings, and I’m sure you’ll beg me to do just that. So, let’s here you beg for me to whip your tits, pain. John seemingly never left the office. This company was his baby and he was utterly determined to make it work whatever it took. I was the one who felt the need to balance work and play, a need he didn't seem to have. So, it was a bit of a surprise when one day he suggested we get together for a night on the town. My new girlfriend Joyce, myself, and John and his wife. I had never even imagined he had time for a wife. John was the type of guy who never even took the time for a proper lunch,. Scott was an inch shorter than dad, and five pounds heavier. Yes, he was fat, and Pete was worried about him. The divorce had been hard on him as well. Normally a competent student, his grades had slipped his junior year. He wasn't in danger of flunking out, but he had gotten a 2.4 GPA in the first semester and recently informed his dad he was headed for a 1.9 this semester. It was late March. In two months Scott would be coming home for the summer. Pete had lost the house in the divorce. You know, one of those sand Nazis, is he? That mosque is crawling with them, like lice on a hedgehog.”“No, he’s cool! Can he come in?”“Sure. I’ll call down to security and ask them to open the gate.”Two minutes later and to my utter relief, Asim slipped under the half-opened roller shutter.“Carstairs! So this is where you hide!”“Your Royal Highness! Are you playing hooky?” I said, shaking hands with him although we just met ten minutes ago.“Yes. I was stuck at the back of the room, because I.