It had been a very hot day and I had been on duty fanning Mistress Elizabeth and Her guest on the veranda all afternoon. I’d heard talk that there w...s a new kind of fan, much lighter than the heavy one I had to use but Mistress wasn’t going to pay out for something that didn’t effect Her.I was sad that I was just a slave; something inside me felt it wasn’t right. But what could I do? I was just a nigger on Massa Turner’s plantation. My days were long but I considered myself fortunate that I had. I grabbed the vibrator and told Laci to get off the bed. She smiled, got onto her feet and removed her strap on. Once it was off, I noticed there was a little zipper that went from her navel, between her legs and to the lower part of her back that was just above her ass line. I got down on my knees and kissed her latex from her thighs up to her navel, when I got there I grabbed the zipper with my teeth and pulled it down as far as I could between her legs. I moved between her legs and continued. "We hired a new guy yesterday," Bob told him, "and he's training with your replacement until he's up to speed. Jake will come find you when the new guy's ready. You should be in your new office by then." What new office?" Rob asked in surprise. Bob took him to the office next to his, the fresh markings on the door proclaiming "Robert Zane - Forensic Accounts Manager." Bob pushed the door open to show a completely bare room, with not even carpeting on the floor."This branch was always supposed. "It's us we gotta look out for. These kids'll get fucked whether we're here or not, but it's our own fucking skin we gotta worry about most."Before the afternoon shadows shortened, Sharon and Tracey sneaked out with their passports (which they'd pretended they'd left at Throb to avoid leaving them at reception) and carried their meagre possessions in their beach bags and uncharacteristically avoided the sexual advances of the staff."I know exactly what you can do tonight," suggested the.