He took his seat in a chair across from Elena and the men on the couch. Crossed his legs. “We stigmatize the submissive mentality altogether - women...who want to please. We stigmatize the idea of service, of serving selflessly, of being in less than someone else.” He shook his head as though the idea was preposterous. Elena was sure he had come with this little speech prepared, but she didn’t care. She was mesmerized. She always was when he spoke.“And so people like you, Elena, sluts and bimbos. In another life she could easily have been a catwalk model. Blessed with a sizeable bosom, it was made to look even fuller on a slender figure. Her bum was peachy and nutcracker tight, highly spankable or in need of a good grope. Not that she wore the sort of clothes to show it off, her outfit of choice uniformly black like the robes of a high priestess, or ripped skinny jeans and a Panic At The Disco t-shirt. "I'm sure you and Toby will get along fine," added Carol, eliciting a curl of the lip. Our Mom had been spot on when she had said that advertising directly to our potential customers would pay off.I smiled to myself as I looked forward to getting back to work on Monday. I loved doing anything physical, and having the two women that I was in love with working next to me all day while they were dressed in sexy summer attire was hardly what I would consider ‘work’ anyway. I jogged around the block and was pleased that I was able to do two circuits before I was out of breath. I. She had an earlier start time than her husband so she was able to get dressed in her slutty clothes without him seeing them. She looked at herself in the mirror before putting on her jacket and saw what her boss wanted to see, her red bra was obvious and stood out through her tight white blouse, with the bra and blouse both being too small her tits were pushed up and out of her bra spilling over and becoming visible through her blouse. With the jacket on it was harder to see her bulging tits.