Help make it faster." Exactly," Angela nervously agreed.Vivian lifted the two plastic bags she held into the air, their shapesand smells indicative of... some form of Chinese food. She glanced at Eli,again not making eye contact with Cory. "So, what do you boys want? Theorange chicken or the kung pao chicken? You don't get both as the othersare for the the Twins. They have an even longer night ahead of them whatwith all the records they're going to have to doctor and forge for Rob."Cory cleared. Untying her hands, the man picked his slave up off the floor. He pointed at a spot next to him, and the girl shuffled over to that spot, doing her best not to jostle her now tender behind. He sat back down after whispering something in her ear. Inaudible to Lacie, it was obviously meant for the slavegirl’s ears alone. The look afterwards that passed between them confused Lacie. The bound eighteen year old could have sworn that for just a single moment a look of… apology?… had ghosted across his. She is tall, at least six feet, she wearing a black chiffon tight pencil skirt that emphasises her small waist and clings to her thighs, the hem rests about six inches above her knees. He legs are clad in dark shimmering hose, her feet in black patent-leather pumps. She is wearing a green satin blouse open to the third button and her large firm breasts are barely contained in the lace cups of her black satin brassier.Her jet-black hair has been straitened and hangs to her shoulders, her eye. M. and she was still in bed. No doubt she would be late for work again, she always was these days. Maybe it was all the morning masturbation she kept on doing. Every morning without fail as soon as her eyes began to wake up her fingers would seek out her pussy and begin to play. Today was Wednesday though and she knew that she needed to be in work to clear all the paperwork from Monday. Her desk was as messy as her bed really. So she stopped from pleasuring herself and got up out of bed, naked,.