Mya was exhausted when Rudeolph laughingly complained that it was his turn, when a voice from behind asked if Madam or Sir would require anything furt...er, They turned to see a very slim blonde, aged about 30, stood by the door with her hand inside her knickers and was merrily rubbing herself. It was clear she had seen the earlier performance and was now in need of action herself.Mya looked at Rudeolph and nodded, within seconds the girl was stripped as was Rudeolph and he was rubbing the girls. My God it was only Saturday!Next I slipped on my slacks and began posing and walking in front of my wardrobe mirror. I was curious if the outline of the garters were visible when I walked. If the garters were not too noticeable, I could definitely get away with this in public. My God it was only Saturday!I slowly disrobed paying close attention to my stockings. What consequences would I pay if I was to get runs in my stockings? I carefully removed my lingerie and placed it neatly in my dresser. No wonder he was so unpleasant at first. I would be, too, in his case,” I commiserated as I watched the tattoo artist apply ink to Shiraz’s bottom.“Wow, you’re really getting your ass inked with the words ‘Ike’s Persian Slut, ‘ eh? I love it!” Jane now turned to Shiraz, even as Moira gritted her teeth through her own marking process, biting her lower lip, too.“Of course! Just as Moira’s will read ‘Ike’s Irish Tart.’ That fits, don’t you think? Same with you getting your own tattoo that inspired. Mike was going to be thanking Carol very soon.“No sir, sorry sir” mumbled Ian.Mike leaned forward pointing at his paperwork.“Carol has given me a list of your disobedience within the office and its pathetic boy. You think you can do what you want and strut about like you own the place in my workplace, no way boy, I'm the boss here!” and emphasised it with his fist on the desk making Ian jump.“Carol wants you sacked boy; you do know that, don't you?” Mike barked and Ian nodded yes. “Give me a.