Before lunch on the third day, Beth walked around my desk with her breasts hanging out and placed a hard pink nipple against my lips and said, “Suck...it, Ben. I know you want to.” I did want to; she was right about that. I took it in my mouth and sucked and nibbled on it and moved to the other one. I was so into what I was doing that I had completely forgotten about Sara being right outside the door until Beth pulled away and fixed her top. “Think about that when you beat your cock later.” . I didn’t like her. She was a loud-mouthed hussy who was filling his head with ideas. And she was taking him to clubs all the time. He was skipping class, and doing too much partying and drinking. I had created an account for Jordan. There was one hundred grand in it. He was drawing cash from it all the time and wasting it on Marguerite and her rich friends. I felt bad for Jordan. What happened to him was my fault. By giving him too much money, I had changed him into a jerk. So I cut his cash. As soon as my family were out for a trip I’d wait, watch the car go, give it some extra time and go straight to raid the cupboards. How I loved it. I’d get dressed up, walk around in it, feel so confident, so alive so much more me. The fabric just felt so much more comfortable, so much more delicate, softer. Like even down to the undies, its madness I would feel the difference even if the thong in no way supported/held my gentlemen’s vegetables. I would swear that males undies of the time were. Few men make it all the way to the rank of Devoted Goddess Worshiper, and that is the goal. How does that sound?” “It sounds great, Mistress Chloe.” It felt so natural to be talking to her like that and receiving instruction. “Okay, Rule number one is the most basic rule of all. You will always do as you are instructed. If you are not clear about an instruction, you will ask. Rules two and three can be more challenging, but they are really the litmus test as far as finding out if this life.