Ashley's eyes well-up a little, as she struggles with her difficult reality. "Poor little girl. I feel for you. I've been through what you're going th...rough," the slave says, seeming human for a moment. "Kiss me." A few tears free themselves from Ashely's eyelids and stream down her face. She lifts her head slightly to welcome the girl's mouth. The slave pushes their lips together firmly. Ashley quickly feels better from the warmth and tenderness shown to her. Then she feels the girl's tongue. I had no idea how she might respond. She could think I was a freak or even think I was gay which would clearly be a problem for our relationship.We stood in silence for a minute, both staring at it, contemplating the idea of this little glass wonder until I mustered up the courage to make my suggestion. I took a deep breath and said “How about this… I'll do it if you do it.” She looked up instantly and replied “What do you mean, you’ll do it? Like… you'll use it too?”“Yeah” I answered, “In fact. "Was he touching your pussy?" I asked. There was a catch in Sandy's voice as she replied, "Yes, I felt like such a slut." "What happened then?" I asked I heard Sandy shift on the bed and was unable to resist touching my hard cock which was leaking a little as she replied, "She started to talk to us, she said, "Sandy, you're such a slut, keep on jacking him off." In the darkness, I heard my sister's uneven breathing as she concluded lamely, "That's it, then I woke up." There were a few moments. "Did I tell you how I negotiated by salary? At first he said that he couldn't get away with paying me your salary, that the pay grades are too well established. I told him that I could make his stock grow quickly, I got up, trailing my hand across his chest and walked to the wall. You know he's got that wall of his office with the built in bookcase, and all those old books? There's a ladder that slides on a track, so that you can reach the top shelf by the ceiling. I told him that I would waste.