”“Good. Now. You all sign on don’t you.”“That’s right, yeah.”“All at the same time?”“Sadly no. We did try to see if they would do ...hat but they wouldn’t.”“Hm. Typical bureaucrats. Are you all free Wednesday afternoon?”“Yes. We all have morning sign on’s and in any case they were all last week, not this week.”“Good. In that case, two o’clock Wednesday afternoon, number twenty nine.”I nodded and he turned to leave. “Hang on. What kind of work is it?”“You’ll find out when you get there.”“Yeah, but. Ben went an even deeper red, scarlet almost, in embarrassment. I doubted it was rage. Not now. “Remove your hand Ben. Immediately.” He did so, tears in his eyes, maybe from the indignity of being led by his penis or maybe still from the spanking. Either way he wasn’t telling me what to do any more. Not by a long way. Now he knew which one of us was in charge. “Put your hands on your head” I demanded to enforce my undoubted superiority. Once he had done so. Phillip kind of shook his head no. Bob ignored him and rolled her on her back. With her arms tied behind her I could tell it was painfully uncomfortable. Bob grabbed her legs and spread them wide resting the back of her knees on the inside of his elbows. He leaned in and snarled "Ya want more little slut?" Phillip was shaking his head no and began to get up when Jodi croaked out "Fuck yes... Fuck my little whores pussy. Fuck me like the little whore I am." I knew things were a little sideways. Sabrina was writing at her desk and did not hear me come in. I quietly traversed the floor of her study; her first indication of my presence being my breath on the back of her neck just a moment before my tongue caressed her earlobe. I’d remembered how she’d confessed to such a fantasy. I heard Sabrina gasp to my touch, her eyes closed in deep sensual enjoyment of my caress. My eyes travelled down to her breasts, bulging through her low cut blouse, her nipples already hardening in response to.