Just as the slave crouched submissively there was quiet knock on the door. Miss Clearmont put the papers face down on the desk and rearranged her long...skirt. "Enter." She said in a raised voice.The door opened and Joan Lorde entered. In one glance she took in the flushed Miss Clearmont and the crouching rubber bound slave."Please excuse me for disturbing you." Said Joan.She noted that the slave was considerably older than Miss Clearmont, perhaps sixty or so and that her tight suit constricted. “You guys are good,” she said, hiccupping like an idiot, “Do you play basketball or something?” Nikki laughed at her own joke, and the other guys did too. That made her feel relieved. Swag Nikki was in action. The first guy was tall and thin, his hair a rustic blonde and his arms and legs looked disproportionately long. But she guessed that was good for blocking shots or whatever. The second guy was more built, a little shorted but more muscular. He had a shaved head and a single tattoo on his. "Xania's hefty melons bounced up and down in time to her pumping hands on Alan's pole. "In the short term, keep her fully preoccupied until you can sort things out. Keep seducing her, romancing her, and especially sexing her until she simply can't let you go. I suggest the full vibrator treatment." What's that?" You have to keep her cunt stuffed with plastic cock nearly twenty-four hours a day. If she's always on the edge of a climax, she won't be worrying about you and incest." But how will I. With the front of her tennis skirt.Her thong was gorgeous. In a philosophical sense I really appreciated how it snugly cupped her pussy lips between a thin strip of white fabric. Esthetically I approved of how she had obviously shaved her pubic hair so that none stuck out from the sides of that material. On a technological plane I was amazed at how someone was able to engineer a material that was at once white looking, but actually semi-transparent - almost wet looking - allowing her pussy lips.