God, I was wet already. I sighed. I was never gonna get this letter written.I stood up and went to the bathroom for a towel. When I sit in Johan's cha...r, I always sit on a towel if I'm excited and not wearing panties. He'd kill me if I stained it. I grabbed a nice fluffy one and returned to the den. Not once did I think to put my panties back on. I folded it in half and sat back down. You see, I get very juicy when I get excited, and warm liquid will well up inside me and eventually escape,. It was in one of the larger rooms that we received our next shock. Charity was explaining how much larger a foreman’s room was and decided to show us by opening a door into one such. Ushering us in, we found ourselves in the presence of Jack Strong, a foreman, an older man intermediate in age between my uncle and Ahkbar Singh, and of a medium size and build but with very rough and capable hands, and Jenny. Both were as naked as the day they were born, with Mister Strong laying on his back while. She was, after all, only wearing what she usually wore for client meetings: a plain white linen blouse (not transparent) with a simple black jacket and skirt. Sure, the skirt was a little on the short side, and the buttons on her blouse were in the habit of unfastening themselves over time, but it wasn’t exactly a tarty or needlessly daring outfit.She chose it simply because it made her feel good about herself, attractive yet businesslike.Beneath that understated exterior lay her secret. The empathic purging of his emotions had restored him more or less like his old self, but the memories from his experiences as Joseph had made their mark on his psyche, and Joey would never be the same.You could say his dark side was a little darker, and he had formed fetishes for sexual activities which he would have never even considered before Steven made him do them over and over with him. Depending on how you looked at it, Joey had either been perverted or just given a wider range of.