"kitten"my gaze focuses on Him. On my Master."Come here, My sexy kitten."Slowly I approach the chair and wait, tapping my fingernails nervously agains... eachother. He asks again, "what do you want to do?" It seems an odd question, but it's as if He knows there is something I need to do. I blush as I try to say the words. It's not like it's anything outrageous. But it's big for me to say... to admit that I need to do this. Taking a deep breath, and looking at the floor, I say it "I want to kneel. Hauling myself upright in my swivel chair,feeling the wobble of its plastic arms, the roughness of the burlaptextured back pressing through my thin shirt as I snap back.Steps coming, slowly, past the empty cubicles. Coming to me, I hear,muffled though each step is by the dark gray carpet that he's walkingover, slowly, oh so slowly, coming to me.What is he going to say, once he has turned that final corner? Will hehang a large hand along the top of my cubicle wall, cock hips as his eyesdance. That is the void. People in this world look at things mistakenly, and think that what they do not understand must be the void. This is not the true void. It is confusion.Miyamoto MusashiWith Carol pumping on top of him, I watched her face carefully. When she exploded in orgasm, he stopped holding his climax, and soon groaned. His hips pulsated as he came into her. They caught their breaths, and then he lifted her to his face, and I heard slurping. My God! He’s eating his own cum out of her!When. "I poured our coffee and we went about dressing while she thought about it. Finally, she said, "I need to get an engineer to look at your buildings and determine if one would work for a studio and offices. We wouldn't need much since Joan would probably be the only one who would be interested in living down there. We would need camera operators, sound people, and a few other talents. Bill, it might work. We will follow up on it." Eve, it wouldn't have to be every week. You could still do a week.