EVERYONE LOVES THE OFFICE SLUT, YOU KNOW. “The.... office.... slut....” Jilnar pondered each word. “Yeah... Yeah.... Yeah! The office slut! You ...now, you were right. I really was missing out, wasn't I?INDEED YOU WERE, MY LITTLE GANGBANG WHORE. BUT, ALAS, OUR TIME TOGETHER, LIKE ALL GOOD THINGS, HAS COME TO AN END. ENJOY YOUR NEW-FOUND DESTINY.“Thank you, whoever you are,” she said,, experiencing a joy and happiness she never had before.YOU'RE VERY WELCOME, MY PERVERTED LITTLE MINX. FAREWELL..... ” “I don’t understand you. Plenty of money and plenty of sex, what else is there to achieve?” “Where I came from it would never be enough. Maybe I can’t go back there, I’ve changed so much. Perhaps its too late.” Sandra let her mind drift off, and for the first time, genuine fear crossed her face. Something Charles had never seen in her before. “So where did you live this wicked past, you won’t talk about?” He sat down beside her to look deep into her eyes. “I can’t tell you it all.. And Mom would be sure to figure it out eventually.”“Mom wouldn’t object, would she? She’s had slavegirls of her own. She’d have to expect us to want one.” It was true that Jane had slavegirls before. That was the main thing that led to the divorce. When it started, which was before the twins were even born, it had been more of a hobby. It was just recreational fun. As the years progressed, however, Jane spent more time with her subs and slaves and less time with Frank. She knew all along that. He faces her with the cheating facts. She says how much she loves him and it was just sex. It didn't mean anything. She tells him how much she loves him and had just made a big mistake even though she did it a half of dozen times. She cries and begs his forgiveness and promises never to do it again. What a crock of shit! Or is it?I'm just an ordinary guy. Mid-fifties, happily married, have been for thirty years. I worked most of my life in sales. I sell products for the home. The company had a.