Now Eric, down in the mailroom, he was definitely my type.I shook off my adolescent daydreaming and noticed that Dirk was practically drooling. "Yeah,...Shelia, that's the one." I wondered if she'd turned him down, too.I shouldered my bag and looked him in the eye. "Bite me, Dirk." I turned around and walked off without a backward glance."You're just frustrated because you want it, but it's not in your nature," he shouted out after me. I held up a hand and flipped him the bird."She needs to get. That I impatiently pulled at making the sari drop to the ground. Kiran had loosened my belt and opened my zipper, her hands delving into my trousers yanking out my hard on. She looked at it with fascination her fingers lightly waltzing over my tall erection.She cheekily caressed my cock sending shivers through my body. She enjoyed watching my ecstatic reaction with every little motion of her fist wrapped hard around my member. “So you like seeming me at your mercy do you”, I gasped.My hands had. It is perhaps no surprise then that it was Jill’s idea to treat the slave as a dog, making her sleep in a kennel and occasionally crawl humiliatingly.And so Jill found herself one normal morning issuing a list of orders to the slave in the kitchen. The slave stood meekly in her usual day clothes of nothing but a pair of plain black briefs.?Do you understand?? Jill finished.?Yes mistress.??Good, you can start scrubbing the floor then.??No.?Jill was so shocked by her slave’s simple but blatant. I got chills, just from hearing this. I was glad it had not been directed at me!After that exchange, the general ignored the prisoner, and went to look over the collection we had taken from the assault team. He picked up each item, examined it closely, and set it back down."I will question the prisoner, now. If lord Avery-Smythe and Mr. Wilshire will assign myself and minister Milhouse a small room, I am sure we can gather a bit of information. I would also like someone to ask captain Wheemsly.