Instead I ran down the aisle to the elevator; outside and across the green, sprinting to my dorm. Gasping for air as I open the door I heard "you're ...ate" Blake says with a growl in his voice. I look at the clock on my microwave (9:11) and glanced down. "I'm sorry, Master." I replied. "What made my slut late?" I walked over and sat down on the floor in front of him. I cross my legs and adjust my skirt and put my hands behind my back. " I'm sorry Master, I got distracted." I quickly answer. . ’ ‘Omigod is that how the late Mr Chalmers and dad met? I never knew that. Like everyone else I just thought dad worked his way up through the business and got lucky.’ ‘Well actually that’s what happened.’ ‘But dad was handsome when he was young. Why did he have to pick up such a jerk for his payback project?’ ‘I said virtually the same thing to him but I don’t use the word jerk because I’m polite. Your father said Jim Chalmers just stopped to give a guy a lift. He only saw the back of him and. Nichole's father Ernie liked to throw big parties, and that year was no exception. In addition to their families, every retiree and employee of the company and their families were invited. After almost 40 years in business, that added up to a lot of people.Some beancounters say that company picnics are bad for business. They cost money and for a seven-day a week business, cost productivity. Ernie had other ideas. He believed that anything that brought family together was worthwhile. They had. “You are so wet,” he whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine.“Do you want more slut?” She moaned loudly. It was not the response he was looking for because he took his hand away and spanked her ass for a good minute. “I asked you a question. Do you want more slut?”"Yes sir.” “Good girl,” he continued to rub her clit, before grabbing her hair and pushing her to the floor. He put his foot out in front of her. “Polish my boot with your pussy. Get yourself off. Go on hump my.