I thought that this might be a problem until she made the comment, "I am the number one slave the others are just there for you to play with."I told h...r 'yes' and wanted to take her to my special place so she could meet the other girls.First I had her blindfolded, ears plugged, gagged, with a hood over everything and a locking collar on the hood so it could not be removed. Then her arms bound in an arm sleeve. Her ankles cuffed together and attached to the end of the arm sleeve keeping her in. They are going to back me and want to do an IPO and bring my company to market within six months. They think the time is ripe to do this deal. I’m so pleased and excited. You’re the first one I’ve told.”What I found astonishing was that there was no mention of a date or sex – just plain enjoyment at the sharing of good news. “Whoops,” I thought to myself. “This is getting serious. We’re getting into ‘sharing’ now; not just sex.”“Great,” I said. “Let’s have a drink on that tonight. We’ll meet at. As were kissing and feeling up each other we never hear the door open and close, Amanda the boss's secretary has stepped in and was watching us.Now Amanda was a real blond bimbo with the brains and figure to match. As dumb as dirt some have said but she keeps the boss from getting in trouble all the time. Some say she either blows or fucks the problems away.As we are kissing and getting deeper into the making out our hands have been busy unbuckling or unsnapping clothing on each of us. My hands. She was already taking off her white tank top that barely held her giant tits. The rest of the women followed her lead, taking off their shirts and throwing them across the room. I took in the sight of all of them. Mrs. Blake was wearing a sexy blue lace bra that went really well with her pale skin. Mrs. Smith took off her dress and she wasn't wearing anything under it at all! She had a small strip of pubic hair above her mound, and cute pink nipples that topped her firm breast. Mrs. Johnson.