Rocco freed my armsand opened the middle door. On the other side of the door was a smallroom, maybe eight by eight. A toilet and a sink were on one si...de, andon the other was a cot. A small, gnomish looking man sat on the cotwith his head in his hands. Rocco gave me a push and I was propelledinto the room. "You'll have to cool your heels in here for a littlewhile, darling," said Rocco. The door swung shut behind me.The man looked up at me, and his eyes widened in recognition. "Janet?"he. The front door closed and I heard her car leaving the driveway. I began to fall back to sleep.An incoming text jolted me awake. It was from him. 'Good morning, faggot'. I had hoped that he forgot about me and moved on to other things. Obviously he didn't. I texted back 'hello'.He replied 'hello SIR. You will address me as SIR.' 'Yes sir' I replied, then added 'please forgive me sir.' It felt awkward and silly to call him Sir, but I noticed my little cock was fully hard now. I mindlessly stroked. She submitted obediently as Laura quickly tied her wrists together and knotted them to the headstand. Then she spread her legs and watched as Laura tied each ankle to opposite ends of the footposts. Karen's pussy was very wet and shiny, a bright, glistening, black-lipped magenta gash in a nest of dense black curls.Laura loved it. Karen's thighs were beautiful, the color of rich chocolate, not rippling with muscle like Brandi's, but firm and sleek and full, and between them... this delicious wet. Can I offer them the work?”“As long as they meet the needs of the job and pass security checks, yes, you can. In fact, I’m asking you to do so.” This gets a wider smile.Lia comes back with some papers, and heads to the office while we talk. I ask many questions based on the information in the resume Rob gave me. Several minutes later Lia returns to hand me the copy of the resume she has. It has some fax pages attached, and notes all over it. I hand him back the copy I’d been reading, and I go.