He had longish, dark hair, was bare-chested, and was decorated with nipple rings, and a tatoo on his left shoulder that said "Fuck boy". He wore only...a thong speedo which covered his penis. His chest, back, and legs were covered in whip marks. "Must be one hard ass mistress," thought Owen.The woman executive noticed Owen was staring and said, "He's harmless. Don't be afraid of him. In fact, he's being punished at the moment. He's probably more afraid of you than you are of him." Oh thank. I could see it swinging freely, it was quite long, thick and rigid. Licking her nipples in a nasty teasing way she replied, "I'm glad" as she lifted them both towards my face. I could see her nipple glistening with her salvia as she placed it against my parted lips. Oh god, I wanted to suck it so bad as she pressed her hard nipple between my lips. My tongue swirled around the thumb like bud, as Trina placed her hands on my upper legs. Her touch was soft and sensuous as she worked her hands. ”“Understood, Amenthia,” I replied with a slight smirk on my face, “and thank you. I look forward to seeing you during my time here.”She flashed me another amazing smile that made my heart skip a beat and then turned to knock on the door behind her. The door was slightly larger than the door to what I assume would be my room and made of an extremely dark wood. The door frame was accented by a rim of stones intricately carved with lines of elder futhark along their smooth surface. Each of the. Taylor? About sleeping outside the kitchen, I mean? Are you absolutely sure?"Andy just slowly shook her head with an expression of utter disgust on her face. "Well, now I'm certain you work in Washington! All of you idiots down there are at least a day late and a dollar short. Woman, slaves have been sleeping outside the kitchen for over seventy-five years! What in hell is wrong with you people!?" While Andy glared and Sally pretended to look distraught, the others around the table just howled.