Do you understand, slut?" Claire nodded, her body trembling against me."Good," I said, " Now are you going to drink that up like a good little girl?" ...…yes s…sir," Claire stammered reluctantly."Hmmmm," I said, standing up and wrapping an arm around Amy, who was looking down at the humiliated slave with contempt and amusement, "I'm not sure I believe you. Beg to be allowed to drink it all up. Beg like the cum slut that you really are." Pleeease sir," wailed Claire, the laughter of the people. ”“Me, too,” Julia said. “But I was afraid to say anything to you. I guess I was worried about how you would react, and I think the way you reacted about Brenda’s team only reinforced that.”“Noted,” I said. “I’ll work on that, but honestly, sometimes we do have to push that hard. This is one of those cases. But you know what? Dave hasn’t taken advantage of the benefits we added, including taking a sabbatical. Neither have you, for that matter. And before you protest, I want to see a request from. I had a glimpse of her panties nestled between her full thighs. She was wearing a pair of white sheer panties and I could make out the darkness of her pubic hair tucked inside them. I felt my penis stiffen in my pants. I wondered what her pussy would look like if her panties came off. Her face was a little red and she said thanks for catching her. We made it down to the stream that flowed down to the bigger stream farther on. Susan sat on a rock and put her feet in the water. She pulled her. I am not like the other girls who work here. I am friendly, and I smile, but I do not laugh at their jokes. Most of the time I do not even understand them. Still, they have no reason to complain. I take their orders, and bring them their drinks and what passes for food here. My breasts are not as big as some of the other girls', but I wear the same uniform as they do, so the guests have something to look at, apart from my face. I am not good at reminding them of the "look, not touch" rule.