I offered to cook something for her but she declined. She was as eager for sex as I was. I showed her my new digital camera; we played around with it ...or a little while taking silly snaps of each other. Then I suggested taking some pictures of her "posing'. She giggled, and said OK.The first few were of her fully clothed but showing some leg. Then I asked her to lift her skirt. I got some great shots of her wet see-through panties. I got her to bend over and snapped away at her lovely arse.. “Yours, I’m your bitch, I’m totally yours, I’m your little bitch, yours, Victoria,” I blurted.“Push your tongue out, harder, now, you cheap slut. Sniff it, keep sniffing,” she demanded before suddenly thrusting forward so that my face squashed hard against her. “How dare you, you filthy whore,” she screamed before pushing my head towards the floor.“I told you not to touch me, you disgusting little bitch. Turn round you pathetic slut, push your arse up, right up, show it to me, show me just. "I'd listened to Hans and Everett's thoughts from my office when they'd met with Sable. Hans was the marketing/business man and Everett the computer whiz for the venture. They detested each other.Sable sighed and thought, He's probably right. He usually is when it comes to personality problems."Okay, I'll send them a rejection letter tomorrow," she said. "What about the wholesale gift company?" Haven't read the business plan yet. Look at that sky, Sable. It's going to offer us another stunning. But thehostess was still standing there in order to see if we wanted anything.Since I would not let her catch my eye she turned to A_. A_ was making usboth wait. Finally A_ pointed at me and then to the seat across from her."You, sit," she said to me in a perfectly normal voice, and I sat. Normaltone yes, but it was now clear to the hostess that A_ was in charge. Icontinued to avoid the hostess's eyes. I was experiencing a couple ofmixed emotions. I was tingling with the strength of A_'s.