" He said as he gestured with his hand to the chair in front of him as he leaned against his massive desk. "You look outstanding today. But seriou...ly this is a professional office. I don't want my important clients coming in here and the first impression they get is a whore house. I've told you about Business Attire. That shirt is not close to appropriate." he sternly lectured. He did not use a tone or look of anger, but of disappointment. "I gave you this job out of the benevolence of my. I was ordered to go to the bathroom and look at myself. I stumbled around,having trouble measuring depth perception and looked in the mirror. Everythingwas fuzzy and I had to practically press my face to the mirror to see what Iwould have called, in my wild days, the "gayest" glasses I've ever seen. Theywere brown and big squares with rounded corners each with gold trim. The sidescame down in the front to attach to the glasses at the bottom.Over the next month, the glasses never left my face. He didn't much like anything but his own "roll over ? spread your legs ? thrust ? ah ? ah -ah ? finished". "Was it good for you too?"Hell no ? but I lied. As one does.So I visited the adult theatre instead of visiting my sister. She didn't have a phone and this was way before mobile phones existed anywhere else but in Star Trek. I knew he wouldn't check up on it. He didn't like my sister and she didn't like him. No risk there then.(I was only about 8 years old when I started having thoughts. They moved their hips back and forth. The 2 women looked familiar to Mrs Aziz and she noticed their green eyes and brown locks of hair. She was liking this but it felt strange and she found herself liking the idea of having 2 female slaves dancing for her pleasure."I want you two to kiss each other like the sluts that you are!!" Mrs Aziz ordered the 2 female slaves.The 2 female slaves stopped dancing and walked towards each other, hugging each other, fondling each other, kissing each other.