‘You think you’ll be alright here?’ ‘I… I think so,’ I said, returning my gaze to Billy. He was like a complete statue. ‘Sounds good,’...said Courtney. ‘But Ali? Can I talk to outside…before we go?’ A slight sensation of fear ran through my body. ‘Y…yeah, of course.’ Courtney and Jessie both said goodbye to Billy as we left the room. Of course, he didn’t answer. ‘What’s up?’ I asked as we shut the door. ‘Ali, when Billy gets out of this rut…I want you to know that he might get a little. The secretary set her up in an empty office with the usual two computers, one computer hooked to the web plus the network of the firm’s web-connected computers, and a second computer hooked to the supposedly secure isolated internal network the late Larry (by now he had encountered his wife’s skillet and met St. Peter) had breeched.When she started working Sam opened both computers, added something inside, then opened a tiny hole in the both systems (the “secure” computers all had. I started off lightly barely tickling her beautiful curved cheeks with the spanking paddle.Then I increased the force and the speed of the blows which I laid on her flanks with the vitality of a revenging angel. She held off as long as possible but we both knew she would eventually break and her first audible sob brought smiles to the other interested females in the room watching her suffering and in some cases their interest was deeply rooted in their own depraved desires.I looked over at. ”She looked bashful but simply smiled, her hands clasped in front of her, her arms pressing together to emphasize the depth of her cleavage.“So… Tell me about you?” He asked, uncertain where to start.“I’m the properties maid. Master.” She curtseyed again, her smile brighter, for some reason.He frowned, “You’re a slave.” He said flatly.“I am, Master.”Slavery wasn’t what it used to be, uncommon in general but practically standard among the wealthy, but he personally frowned upon it, seeing it as.