Turns out that their real names were Pamand Elliot, but that wasn't important any more. They were 'Madam' and'Sir' as far as Miss Skye Blue was concer...ed, just like everybody else."How's my big, brave pilot today?," spat Pigface, a plump, slightlymannish brunette in her early forties, as she bundled Skye's bag of sextoys into the x-ray machine. Her portly frame had once caused her tobare the brunt of many cruel practical jokes at the hands of anarrogant, thoughtless work colleague named Ace. Is that true, Ms. Peck? Are you already a dirty ass slut? he asked, pulling my panties out of my mouth. Yeeeeeees, I admitted, as she slipped a third finger in my rear. He shoved the panties back in my mouth and asked, Is she ready? No one can be ready for that big snake of yours, sir, she answered, clearly lusting after his cock. He laughed boisterously, Touché,, before I felt his strong hands on my hips. Get the lube. Not sure the bitch deserves it, she said, smirking at me, her disdain. Hearing your voice through that door was more than I could handle. I did finally get to sleep last night, but it was not until very late, and I was just getting up when Kyle returned from taking you to town. I was in the middle of the hall holding a towel from your bathroom as he came up the stairs. I heard him climb the stairs and it sounded like your dad did when he would come upstairs. I so wanted it to be your father; I was in no hurry to get back into my room, even though I only had a. I was also, I must confess, delighted by the enthusiasm that all I spoke with felt for the project.Madame Genoux, however, proved less tractable when I outlined my requirements. "M'ssieur, this is most irregular. I do not normally consider that the products of my labour should ever be used in this way. To train, yes. To enhance or beautify, of course. To punish, even, yes. But to do as you propose, it offends me." Madame," I responded, "I hope that you will indulge me in this. I have been a.