For some bits, digitizing was as simple as scanning and dropping files into appropriate folders. For the more difficult parts, it meant typing up the ...nformation from the handwritten forms, a task made difficult by the number of atrocious excuses for penmanship. I was overly focused on a particularly impossible squiggled sentence when I was startled back by my phone ringing on the desk beside me. The name that flashed against the screen was no surprise. Hey, Sam. Hey. Hows the audition stuff. Immediately one of the boys licks his way up one of her thighs to her engorged clit. He is running a fingertip along her wet cunt lips.Sarah has a look of absolute pleasure on on her face as the boy slides his middle finger into her wet cunt lips.She is glancing at my nine-inch erection and comparing it with the two boys seven-inch ones.Her body is moving in sync with the strokes of his finger in her.The other boy is sucking on her erect, rock hard nipples as he ogles my throbbing erection. I. Clare parted her legs a little more. I heard a loud crack as Stephanie whipped Clare's thigh with the riding crop, and Clare parted her legs much wider, giving me full access to her pussy. Her lips were swelling and parting. I ran my tongue the full length of her slit several times, then swirled it over Clare's clit. Clare moaned and I heard the crack of the riding crop again on her thigh. Obviously Clare had to enjoy in silence. I continued to lick Clare's pussy, thrusting my tongue deep up. Call it Stockholm Syndrome or whatever, but I love you because you took control of me without hesitation. From that moment onward, I became your slave and I've never wanted to be free again."So, when am I getting your tattoo? I want to wear your collar, too, if that's possible. I want to wear it in public, too. I want everyone to know that I am yours, your slave, your property, your chattel. It makes me wet to know that I could spend much of the rest of my life naked and collared, too. If I.