I really tried to show them everything I have. For example to "accidentally" bend over with my booty to their side. I mean like this:One of those guys...was holding mobile phone. I can't know for sure, but I believe he was taking pics of me, too! Can't even imagine what he could have done with my pictures! Maybe they are somewhere on the internet, too! I imagine that one of his pics could be closer zoomed view of me bent-over like this:So basically he can explore every curve, every centimeter of. M, what’s up? Did I like, massively fail something? Or are you just admitting your love for meeeeee!’ she giggled while mockingly holding her hand over her heart. He joke caught me off guard, and with a simple, Yes, her giggling stopped. ‘Huh?’ her hand dropped slowly and she stared. ‘I am, admitting my feelings for you, I mean. I love you Sammi. I can’t stop it, and neither can you. I just wanted you to know.’ My voice didn’t falter once, and I kept my eyes in full contact with hers. ‘Oh. Um…. ?Are you not happy with my generosity?? Mr.Manle asked, typically trying tocatch her out at every opportunity. ?Not at all?? Jasmine smiled, picking herself up and heading over towardshim. As she walked, she could feel the eyes of the other board members on her,knowing how much they'd rather see her in the slave's painful position: bound,gagged and hanging from the roof by her tits. Reaching Mr.Manle, she held out her arm, her perfect light brown skin a testimonyto the potential of female. From where I am standing I have sort of a side view of both of them. His large hands are grasping her ass cheeks and she has her arms around his waist. He is probably a good eight inches taller than she is and has an athletic build. They are kissing passionately. Is this Sam? I don’t recall who at the law firm I have met or haven’t met as they don’t really have a lot of events where spouses are invited.My first thought is to storm into the living room and ask them what the fuck is going on. But.