“Black ?”, asked Marlene.“No..white”, answered the secretary frowning at the question.Marlene quickly read the note as she leaned against her ...esk.“6 PM parking B2 ” said the note.Marlene usually left just after 5PM but today she knew she would work a little late.The afternoon seemed interminable. Marlene waited until her secretary had left to take off her pantyhose and bra. She stuffed them in her drawer. She felt strange feeling her breasts against her white blouse and her bare legs sliding. She continued her inspection from point-blank range. Her inquisitive fingers pressed against the spongy head. A clear drop of pre-cum grew at the slit at the top."What does it taste like, you know, that stuff that spurts out?" I, uh, I don't know." Didn't you, you know, that time in the dungeon?" No." I cast about for a way to continue."I failed my Mistress that time."She looked up at me, her face a question mark. I explained my comment to her."When I was in the dungeon, I gave myself, gave. Her left hand fumbled beside her, not finding her brother's because it was still on her shoulder. Chuckling, he lowered it, engulfing her hand in his."Of all the things we've put her through," he said, softly, "this may be the hardest. Let her have her say." I know." As if she were still a little girl, not a woman verging on her twentieth year, Anelie raised her right hand and waved to Mommy.Felek chuckled as he looked down at the family reunion on the dock. They would not, he suspected, be. The décor was impeccable. Except for Darlene, it was also deserted at the moment."Sit anywhere," Synthia offered, although both of them knew that Darlene could stand as easily as sit as far as that was concerned. Darlene selected a seat in the far corner by the end of the bar on a comfortable horsehair chair. It conserved power to not need to continuously balance, and Darlene realized that she had to be concerned with that type of thing now."Would you care for refreshments?" Synthia offered,.