I finished my meal, got the plates, and placed them next to the sink. As I did so my cock was poking her ass. She turned her head around to look but I...was already on her. I started grinding my cock against her ass and grabbed her on the neck.I then started to lick and kiss on her neck. She resisted a little, tried to push me back but I held on. I wasn’t letting her go. I started running my hands over her chest and her belly. I then started groping her boobs and started pinching her nipples over. Very high heeled.Pointy toes.Doug smiled and said, ?Go ahead, James: look at her. She is just a slave.? He paused for a fewseconds. ?She is not my wife, mother, sister or daughter; and, as a slave, she has no chastity tobe violated. As one of my many avocations, I display my slaves to others interested in bondageand discipline. At least for this weekend, I’d like you to help me.??I don’t understand,? James said, still avoiding looking directly at his secretary’s body.Doug continued. ?A couple. Pitcairn?"I realized I had backed up to right in front of my sofa, but I didn'tmove any further. So she took another step forward and pushed me back,then sat down next to me. As she sat down more items fell from her sidebag. Magazines spilled onto my lap. Fashion magazines. The covers allhad gaudy-looking models with big hair. My eye caught the date on one:September 22nd, 1985. I was an infant when this came out. How could itbe in such good condition? I marveled at the glossy covers. I wove the bottom from palm tree branches, and the sides and stern came from an Eucalyptus tree." But, where did you get the tools?" Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. " On the south side of the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed.I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into ductile iron and I used that to make tools and used the tools to make the hardware."The guy is stunned."Let's row over to my place," she says "and I'll give.