My red hair is neatly arrayed about me; it cascades down the pink satin pillow and beneath my shoulders. My silk blouse lays slightly parted--the top ...uttons undone, allowing you to see the hollow of my cleavage, and nestled within, the crucifix you gave me oh so long ago. You eye strays to the small tents my nipples (now stiff in death) pitch in the light blue fabric. You fingers itch to touch them, to pinch them, and to caress my pliant breasts.You lick you lips, passion enflamed, as you. .. arousal.“Yes, yes, yes, yes, and well, yes! Yes to all of that. Yes, they’re slaves, Lizzie, Dahlia, Marcella, and ... Ray. And yes, I’m bisexual. Not gay, of course. Though there’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m pretty sure that they’re bisexual, too. They’re my sex slaves ... and Marcella is my head slut. But that’s not all. There’s a lot more going on here. More than you might ... quite expect, or even believe at first,” I freely admitted it all now.“Oh, my ... oh ... my!” Nina. Sure I don’t like people. Most people, nearly all people in fact, and I enjoy cheating, robbing them and corrupting women into mindless and obedient pets without hesitation or regret. I admit it, but I didn’t realize that I wore this attitude of genuine disdain like a public mask upon my face for everyone to see. Sure, I’m an asshole and mostly unapologetic about it. I’m rich and getting richer almost every day and I’ll find some way to enjoy it all – every ha’penny and clipped silver mark of. How far she drive to work...where she worked before, etc...she asked me the same questions I ask her...then I asked if she married or not...she told me, she divorced and has 3 k**s...I was even more happier to hear she say that...so joked with by say "that mean you still available for me then I smiled and LOL " then she LOL too!...our lunch time is about to be over so we walked back to our dept...I walked behind her and I cant keep my eyes off her beautiful curve and butt...I pull my cell phone.