"Daria had heard enough and explained, "I read my colleague WillowLopez's report and I want to be honest: I want her to get help. This isa horrible ca...se, one that I hate having to investigate. I don't likehaving colleagues purposely ignore abuse nor do I like hearing that afoster parent treated a kid like a slave. That's what I have gathered:she was treated as a slave, hence calling the man 'master' and woman'mistress'. I don't know how much contact she had with the woman, butit's looking like. Her tits were hanging tantalizingly close. Her long brown hair was hanging down, brushing his skin. My own cock was throbbing as I watched her lewd display.“Now, my husband, do you want to see what a whore I am?”John nodded.“Do you want me fucked?”John nodded again.“Do you want me to be a wanton slut?”John nodded again, lust now burning in his eyes.“You have no idea what a cock slut whore I am, my love,” she purred. She looked at me. “I think it’s time we showed him, yes?”“Indeed,” I. She reached over and felt my cock thru my pants and said, “He is wide awake.”“And hard for you.” I said. She squeezed my cock again and opened the bathroom doorI went back to the chair I had been sitting on and Lisa and Mark were across from me on the couch. Cheryl walked up to them and modeled, turning one way and then the other. You could see her bra nicely. Lisa asked about the rest of the outfit and Cheryl said she wasn’t wearing the slip or camisole. “How about the garter belt?” Lisa. A weak “yes sir,” was all I heard and then suddenly the doors open to my floor. On autopilot my feet started towards the door as my mind was spinning out of control. I had to stop suddenly as the Commanders arm barred my way. I felt my breasts push into his strong arm as he stopped me from exiting the elevator. The door sat open as I stood there frozen and staring out onto the floor. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Oh no Becky. This isn’t where you are getting off.” I felt.