She looked facially more like a man than a woman but underneath that expensive tailored suit was a model’s body of feminine perfection that was abou... as sexy as anything I had seen in my short unsheltered life.She came on to me right away and I must admit it flustered me to have her actually kissing me on the lips and pushing her fingers under my skirt. I had to make do with pretending that one of my foster sisters was Brad Pitt and that her protruding clitoris was his manly dick rubbing on my. Now Sam knew that I was being punished with the scout detail to the lab level. But I guess her got a suspicion that I wasn't bringing up a lot of inventory reports from the level I was supposed to be surveying. Sam confronted me one night at quitting time, accusing me of being lazy and sleeping on the job. I laughed at him, telling him that he should worry about himself rather than about my work habits. Looking over to the admin building, I saw George standing in the window, watching the whole. It was exciting and erotic and fun all at the same time. He’s even still calling me slavegirl.”Jane smiled. “Good. I was hoping it would work out. Now it should be a lot easier to tell him. I just need to figure out the next move. I was thinking about making him your co-owner.”“Wow!” gasped Heather. “Wouldn’t that make me a slave all the time?”“Isn’t that what you wanted?”“Well, I thought that’s what I wanted,” replied Heather. “But now I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. I’m not sure it would. Repugnant load of subjugation, of being reduced to just a piece of tail. They knew they had to make a decision, even if it was the stubborn refusal of one. But they just didn't know. Chrysaor was familiar this state of utter confusion, and knew the occasion to score a double consent when he saw one."Okay then, the one who says 'not it' gets to be the other's chaperone until graduation." This actually was common knowledge, but Chris liked presenting the granted as a bonus. "You'll need the other.