" He calmly said in passing as he walked by her desk. She immediately hopped up eager to follow her bosses command. Only professional... only professi...nal she repeated to herself. She was not one who liked to mix pleasure with business. Even though he seemed to blur the line for her when convenient. Something she had a love/hate relationship with. She enjoyed the attention but at times felt cheap for it knowing she wasn’t a source of affection for him. "Jenny, grab a seat over here." He. "I'm late!" Carl hissed, kicking off the covers, revealing thenightgown he was wearing.Carl leaped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom as Feliciacontinued to sleep.10 Minutes Before the MeetingCarl looked in the mirror and took stock of what he had to do. Hisroutine usually started by checking his face for any stray bits ofmakeup that he might have missed when he wiped down his face beforebed. Today, it was mostly clean, save for some stray bits of eyelinerleft behind that he quickly wiped. I'm being sold? To whom? And why? That wasn't the deal, was it? The deal was that one day I get to have a choice, not that one day I'm being sold like a pair of shoes.But I still maintain my position, during the whole hour in which people again feel me up and down, some stick their fingers inside me, others pinch my nipples or do whatever they think they need to do. I couldn't care less, I'm still numb with shock. And fear. There are a couple of men and women I think are good Masters and. She was stunned by how flagrantly her body wasresponding to what she was being asked to do. Her cheeks felt every bitas burning red as her abused buttocks.Nevertheless, she didn't hesitate when instructed to mount Vanessa. Alittle lube was all she needed to slip inside, eliciting a low moan fromher fellow sissy. "Oooh," whispered the recipient of her engorged flesh,"you feel much better than a dildo, Tiff!" The comment excited her farmore than it should and she wanted to start fucking Vanessa.