We have shared guys before now but neither of us particularly wants a full time boyfriend so it works well. Again, all of the above is for another day...#8217;s typing.OK, back to the story….As my boss went to the bathroom, Will took the opportunity to flit past my table, dropped a little note by my lemonade glass and left without a word. I love that kind of mystery and subterfuge! I opened the note and it read:-‘My Dear Rachael, Today has been a torment for me and I cannot wait to. I watched as she used one hand to steady herself and the other hand moved to her breast and she began to squeeze and pull her nipple. Suddenly, his movements stopped and he pulled his thick member out of her mouth and grabbed her arms to pull her up. My wet finger came out of my mouth and moved to my breast. Turning her so that her back was pressed against the door, he dropped his head to her breast and pulled one nipple into his mouth and pinched the other one with his other hand. She didn’t. "For some reason, both the receptionist - identified by her collar inscription as 'bex', no capitals, Inow saw - and the remaining blonde slave - reacted to this. Slave bex replied, with a sadistic-lookingglint in her eye, "ahh... new meat for the Waiting Room. That makes you mine until your Mistress getshere."She bent down again and produced two boxes, pushing the one which bore my new 'name' across the deskto me, the other to my blonde companion, then ordering us both to put on everything in. By quarter of ten the window was bare. I measured out the bright red base fabric and stapled it in place. Earlier in the week I had picked up a train set at one of the toy stores in the mall. I’d made a deal with the manager there that I’d put a sign on one of the cars that this set was available at his store so it cost me nada. He even threw in enough track so I could snake it through the maze of shoes that would be displayed in the window. I made short work of setting up the train and made a.