“I was ... disturbed ... when he divorced you. I’m old fashioned, and I believe honour and integrity are fundamental to banking. Tell me – are y...u happy now?”“Yes, sir. Happier than I’ve ever been, I think.”“Good. Well, I just wanted to say, it’s not your job to be a servant. My people can all manage their own luggage, and if they’ve got too much it’s their own fault. They were warned. Any problems, I’ll back you up. Understood?”“Yes, sir. Thank you.”The other ten passengers – if that’s the. Victoria helped, beginning to move. Soon Celia’s pelvis smacked against Victoria’s firm ass. Barely a ripple resulted. “God you have an incredible ass,” Celia murmured.“Captain Hard Ass,” Victoria laughed. Then groaned. Feeling being filled even more as a result of the laugh. She began moving in earnest, getting filled one at a time in both places, and sometimes getting doubly filled, because Celia fucked her slower than she fucked Joe. Celia’s thrusts speeded up with Victoria’s ever faster. ." Please her..." he replied."You will continue to lead your normal life around others... incharge... but Brenda is your mistress... she is in control... you belongto her..." In public... to your friends... and to your associates, you will appearto be the same strong person. But underneath, and at home, and truly,you are Brenda's slave. Totally subservient. You belong to Brenda..." Belong..." I am going to give you a trigger phrase, Bill... a phrase that when youhear it... when Brenda says. But the disgust she felt inside- the craving to be clean, compelled her on.The door opened easily, almost as if it was mocking her first attempt.She listened, but the hall was silent.Cautiously, she left the relative safety of the room. With a hand against the wall, she walked until she reached the stairs, then backtracked to her bedroom, to her shower.The steaming water assuaged the aches, and the revulsion. She laid on her back, and tilted her hips, attempting to be rid of every trace of the.