"Sure," I said and she turned and bent, legs straight, and got a couple of cokes out of the bar fridge."Are you staring at my ass again?" she asked, n...t looking, and I tried not to look guilty as she turned and handed me the can, grinning impishly."That's three games to me, Dan. Do you think you can try and concentrate?" I can whip your ass any time I like, Erica." Care to back that up?" She grinned impishly."What?" How about we make the next game interesting? Loser gets their ass whipped." She. With that practiced move, no one outside our little circle could actually see when John reached into my tank top, quickly squeezed each breast, then stroked my nipples so they became visible through the thin fabric barely constraining them. He grinned as he whispered into my ear, "Your breasts are beautiful, Cindy, great nipples." He let that linger a second, then, "You like to show them off, don't you?" I hesitated, this was a fork in the road. It was abrupt, but I wasn't exactly surprised by. She'd spent close to three hours standing in front of the executives, giving a detailed account of her latest plan for their continued growth in the Asian market while cunt slime trickled down her legs and soaked into her stocking tops.Many had seen the distress she was going through but put it down to 'female problems' and dismissed it with little sympathy. If she wanted to hold onto her position, she'd just have to live with it and get on with her job. She grinned as she remembered cumming. Bide your time well; be patient. Isn't that what the sonnet tells you to do? "Yes, Master.". 'What should I do but tend/Upon the hours and times of Your desire?'". Precisely, He replied. Your Master needs to relieve himself now, slave. She slipped off her pillow to His feet. Master looked down upon her, taking in her plump ass framed by the bow of her servant's apron. He was pleased with the slave princess had selected. The cock slave gently cupped King's balls and cock. It popped up.