Without removing my left hand, I reached for my zipper with my right. As Sandy heard my the sound of my zipper being lowered, it was as if a spell had...been broken. She blinked and then looked over her shoulder at me."What are you doing?" She asked."What does it look like, I'm getting ready to fuck my slave." I replied.Sandy suddenly straightened up and rushed out the door. I followed, suddenly afraid I had gone too far. I found Sandy still naked wearing only her collar in the kitchen yelling at. " Yeah, that's the way we have to run most of our debugging back at SoftClaims. Of course," she grinned, "if I crash the system there I've only got about a dozen people screaming at me. Here it's probably hundreds." Yep, and some of them would scream much more loudly than you or I would want to hear. There would probably be some dollar signs involved, too, and I don't mean the kind you see in cartoons for swear words. Or, at least, that wouldn't be the only kind." I understand. I'll be careful.. She doesn’t actually like this. Does she? This is all wrong. Isn’t it?She gets on her hands and knees and crawls into the living room. The cheer from the guys humiliating her more than anything in her life.She crawls all the way to Dave’s lap, and before she loses her nerve, unzips his pants.She has only gone down on Frank a handful of times. Usually on special occasions, when she has had too much to drink, and he is especially persuasive. And never for too long.She finds the act demeaning and. She has on a low-cut, wide gray cotton pair of panties. Sensing what I wanted to do most, she laid down on her back and spread her ample but sex thighs apart. Already she looked more like a woman than Carrie of last week, and I was fully erect. I slid Karen's gray cotton panties off and saw the kind of pussy I had come to know and love in the '90's. She may have had medium brown hair on her head, but her pubic hair was black. She told the truth, she didn't shave, but her natural formation.