" as he opened my ass. Ceaser hands held firmly to both my asscheeks, and held them open, admiring the view. I felt Alex reach his larger hand between... my cheeks, and slowly began pushing a finger inside. His finger felt really thick, and it hurt. I complained and Alex pulled out, then tried again. He fingered me on and off, then pulled his pants down. Caeser moved to the side next to us to watch. Alex climbed on top behind me, and began pushing his dick into my ass. It was really painful. I. As I walked through he playfully slapped my ass. I looked back over my shoulder at him and batted my eyes.There are so many things you pick up about women through watching them. It takes little practice to feel natural doing those things.Sir brought his hand to my ass, gave me a little shove and said, “Stop playing and keep walking.”When we reached the front door, I waited as Sir opened it for me. Once we were outside he put his arm around me and the buzzing of the plug stopped. We began. The will be no charge to show, at least for selected artists, but there will be a commission on everything sold. I thought twenty percent, of which five goes to the salesperson. To start with, Lucy would be that salesperson during the week, unless or until it takes up too much of her time. At the weekends then those exhibiting will take it in turns to run the shop. If Lucy needs help during the week then the same applies until we make enough money to employ someone.'I took a deep breath.. The only problem was she hated the menial tasks usually associated with running a business. In essence she wanted to put her feet up on the desk, but she wanted someone else to file the invoices, handle the books and bring her coffee.Becky's role was to be that person. See Becky's Mistress had a soft spot for sissy submissives and the opportunity to have her own sissy secretary was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. So she did some searching and found Becky. God knows where she found.