I heard the restroom door close; I knew my husband had left the restroom knowing that I was with ‘builder guy’ but also knowing I was safe. “Hop...fully he is enjoying this as much as me” I thought to myself before my attention reverted straight back to ‘builder guy’.‘Builder guy’ pulled his fingers out of me, I could see my pussy juice glistening on his hand as he moved me from up against the wall and to the windowsill ledge. He picked me up onto the windowsill and knelt on the floor in front of. That sounds straight forward, and generally, it was, but I found my shirt and shorts where they had fallen off of a chair where I had hurriedly left them, but my panties were missing. I was peering under the seat, assuming they had fallen. They weren’t there and I suddenly knew what had happened. I have no idea why I didn’t just put my shorts on or, at least, find Frank and quietly demand them back. For some ridiculous and inexplicable reason, I instead yelled out, ‘Frank, where are my. Perhaps he would spend his evening with her, if Vanlo were amenable to it. It was far too long, he believed, since Yanna had had any real sexual contact with anyone other than another slave. As odd as the girl was sometimes, she at least deserved that.He snorted in amusement. "I'm getting as soft on my slaves as Roquan is with his," he muttered to himself with a wry smile.He again reached into his satchel and extracted the pouch, shaking off loose Disalla that was sticking to the outside, the. I was wondering and hoping if he had a chance to get his hands on this wonderful pieceof feminine meat that was in my office currently. As I saw her looking around like sshe would break into a sweat spasm I decided to offer her a glass of water, but this one spiked with a date rape drug that had recently come on the market. It was colorless and tasteless and acted almost as soon as it hit the stomach glands. It basically would emit endorphins that would make a woman feel flush and get them into.