“Okay,” I remarked, seeing her hesitation. “I’ll put it more simply. I think I have something you want, something you need, something you migh... even desire, but it is up to you. No one is forcing your hand here.” As I spoke, I stripped out of my BDU blouse and hung it on a hook located on my office wall. I pulled my Army green t-shirt off and tossed it on to my couch. “I don’t want to get into trouble, sir,” she remarked. I stepped past her and locked the door to my office. “No one is going to. " Miss Adams said more arrogantly now, "It is ajob like any other and I expect you to do it properly and diligently.Marcia noticed the 'girl' reference; she was already a servant in hereyes. A peculiar sense of 'd?j? vu' overtook her and her sub geneskicked on creating an empty feeling in her stomach. She obviously wasaccepted for the job.Miss Adams confirmed that by giving her a bunch of papers. "Please givethose papers to your employer to sign; somehow we sublet you from herso all official. "Let me check your other holes. The ass first, I always prefer to us cold lube on my sluts, it makes them wriggle, first a finger - do you like that - good - now lets try this plug - its only four inches - that should be about right - maybe a six if it slips out.... feel it enter you. The pressure as it forces its way in, the stretching as it passes your muscles - the fullness as it is seated. Keep it there slut!SLAP! That is to remind you are not the Mistress.SLAP! That was from the. Soon, they were building in adjacent towns around the county. Bobby stayed with them, doing his job and living his life. There were a few nights out in those other places, with friends like Brett and Coy, friends who also lived in the Estates and also worked on the construction crews that were needed to build the houses for those on the right-hand side of the American Dream.Brett was two years older than Bobby, and while they were acquaintances in school, they hadn’t been all that close during.