When her eyes settle onto the door to the chamber, her frown turns into a scowl.I’m going to kick that girl’s ass,” she mumbles to herself. “S...e knows protocol.”Morgan shakes her head. Just one slip in protocol can end the project faster than anything else. The board takes every precaution to ensure that nothing happens to ruin the company’s image. And this one slip up could be the project’s downfall.Shaking her head again, Morgan steps into the chamber and stops short. Her eyes fall upon the. The young woman looked at the rickety looking ladders speculatively before dragging them over. ‘OK,’ she said doubtfully, ‘but only if you’ll stand at the bottom to hold them.’ ‘Oh fine,’ responded Barbara quickly, ‘Anything to get you out of my hair!’ What Barbara hadn’t factored in was the view that she would then have as she watched the sexy young legs ascend the ladder just in front of her eyes until her shapely ankles were just level with her face. As she looked up to check that everything. Hand me your clothes” she commanded me.I quickly complied, handing her all my clothes.She pointed to a door.“Walk through that door about 10 feet. I will be dark, but there is nothing to fall over or to run into. Stand there and wait”.Tara disappeared back through the door that we had entered.I walked slowly to the door, opened it and walked in, closing the door after me. It was totally dark - I could not see my hand in front of my face.I waited ... and waited.Then I smelt perfume.Then I felt. Combined with the hand on her clit, I had a view of the soft pink folds inside, closing and opening as she moved. She continued on like that for several minutes, before suddenly rolling off of my chest. She again reached into the bedstand drawer, and this time a small pink buttplug and a squeeze tube of lubricant appeared in her hand. She turned and looked at me, as if judging my worthiness to be in her presence.My mistress then spoke, her voice full of lust, "You've been a good slave, so far..