“Come on, race you to the big rock,” I said sprinting away. I felt young and happy. Of course, I was properly attired for a slave slut out for a r...un, just expensive cross-trainers worn with fuchsia socks and matching sports bra. Master was extremely concerned about my breasts’ health, hence the bra. It really was an oxymoron because he was the first to abuse my nipples when it suited him. Oh, but he could make me wet. Well of course, I wore the collar and leash of a sub slave, but that went. I messaged him back saying thanks i was glad he liked what he saw so i must be doing something right.We chatted for a few minutes longer and he asked me what i liked and i said well i had a taste of cocka couple of months and since then have been dying to get some more as it really made me horny.Well i'd love to have you pleasure my cock and play with yours he said so i waited forthe "but i'm the other side of the country" part but it didnt come .Then before i could say anything he said that he. It was a Friday evening when I returned to the building by driving my way through the back roads. I parked up aside the building and stepped out of my car happily, with wry smile, and an upbeat swing in my step. I came to a teal-colored steel door and to the right of the door was a complex hand reader. After pressing the palm of my hand against the hand reader a few red flashes appeared from it with low hums from the reader. After a few moments, the machine lit up green and beeped as the latch. " Don't you get it Jennifer? The next time Larry engages in one of his conquests, we sneak in there, use one of the extra machines to make a copy and expose him for what he is." But who could we send the tape to? His wife knows all about his sexual trysts." The police?" What would they prosecute him for, seducing a woman?" How about the Board of Directors?" Cindy, you know the majority of the Board of Directors have already been in your pants and mine. Most of them attend Larry's parties.