’“Well slut, I see you can obey. You know you had a choice. You could have said no?” He said. “But deep down you’re a slut, a slave that... craves to be controlled, controlled by a Master. Look at you. Naked on your knees, craving me to come by, even as your husband is on the way home. Willing to be my cum dump and take my cock in every one of your slut holes to share my spunk with your husband.” Darius smirked.Suzanne cringed at his words. Tim would be home in a few hours and yes she. She was walking our way and moving briskly. Chris turned around like he was going to say something to her, but then just watched as she walked on by. "Could that skirt get any shorter?" Chris asked, as Jen walked by. I just laughed and kept working, acting like I didn't notice the short skirt the petite Saftey Manager had on as she walked by. We both looked as she made her way around the corner of the assembly line. She was really looking good today. Her ass was really making that short skirt. Victoria knew better.Though Peter had reached an exalted position in international sport, he was as susceptible to subliminal female influence as any other heterosexual man. With full access both to his business and personal secrets, Victoria could not be better placed to exercise financial and personal power through the man who would soon worship and respect her as strongly as she had always adored him.And if that didn’t work, she always had Alan’s software to fall back on.But for now, Peter. Thursday morning she dropped Dylan off at the normal time and came home to shower and dress for her 10am meeting downtown. Luckily for her the subway was close to her apartment and within 5 minutes walking distance to the law offices. She arrived with five minutes early and was directed to sit in the waiting room.At 10am Thomas Cook came out to greet her, “Good morning Ms. Gouben, I’m happy to see you here so soon.”She shook his hand, “My boss is pretty cool.”“Well, that’s good. Please follow.