Up ahead, their view showed them the first three levels on the opposite side, with three more unseen above that. The courtyard itself seemed to have m...re weeds than plants, although nothing would look good flooded as it was. She wondered if the rain ever did stop.The slugs kind of hinted the answer was "no".Her eyes went to their "guide". There was no trust to be had here, naturally. Not yet. Their position in the universe was much too fragile. They needed to get whatever information this. One of the managers, Ray, wasn’t initially invited, but when one of the others had to withdraw from the trip due to an illness, Ray was invited in his place.Ray was an up and coming manager, quite a lot younger than the rest, who thought he was much better than he actually was. John told me that Ray wasn’t particularly respected at work as he was more interested in his promotions and competing with others than in working as a team member improving the company itself. In particular, he was one. “Of course, Master.” She paused. “How?”“I don’t know. But you’re creative, Zanyia. You’ll think of something.”“And you?”“I have a dumb idea,” I said, the treemen splitting apart, navigating through the pit traps. “It probably won’t work.”“I hope it does. I would hate to have to find a new master.” Zanyia gave me a toothy grin. “Where would I find one with a cock as amazing as yours?”I grinned back at her. “You know just what to say, don’t you?”“I’m your slave, Master. Swelling your ego is part. The sound of the Velcro made me sick. Ted and I had played around with them a few times, mainly to tickle each other and play mercy and now the purpose of the restraints seemed much more violent. His index finger drew a circle around the palm of my hand, across my wrist, down my forearm, up my bicep, over my shoulder and I could feel his calloused skin as he delved under the doona and squeezed my left breast. My head fell forward, more tears, I sobbed again. He squeezed again and moaned, like.