“Fuck that…no I am leaving now”I sighed and slowly nodded my head.“ Sorry Margaret that is not going to happen. We are here now for Mister Sin...hs amusement. It is Mister Singh who will allow you and I to go when he decides.”She stood. “Fuck that I want to leave now”“Margaret, the reason we are getting ten grand each is that he has bought us completely while we are here…he has bought us Margaret….you no longer belong to yourself…you belong…you are owned by Mister Singh….just as me. That is the. The fact I liked it this way too gave us little conflict. We had both adopted the disposable jumpsuits for work both in the office and at the site. They were comfortable, cool, and if they got dirty, then we simply replaced them. For slumming, we liked our own clothes, and if either saw the washing basket was full, we did the washing. We had sorted out our own space for working at home, and I found James loved a lot of the old music I played on the music system. He also enjoyed curling up with. I walked in and quickly shut the door behind me. I am thinking the whole time if I can go through with it. I look over and the tv was still on from the last person that had been in there. I couldnt stop watching it, there was a little tiny shemale bent over doggystyle, getting pounded by a huge black cock. I quickly pulled my pants down around my ankles and pulled both feet out. I take my shirt off and my nipple clamps are still in place and my nipples are tingling. I re-adjusted my butt plug. .- I'm hungry.Oh hush stomach. I've got a job to do.Hey, eyes. What's going on? You see anything of a nice hard cock around? That's my favorite.- No, no cocks that I can see.Hmm, I'ts getting hard to think here. Why is everything so damn wet?Hey Bartholean?Barthline?Barty?Hell I can never remember your name... You, the one making it so wet around here.- You talking to me? It's Bartholin, but you can just call me Barth. But, let me aloneWhy you got things this wet and sticky?- Don't blame me. I.