"Mister Martell! I remember youdistinctly. And how may I have the pleasure of serving you?"And so it was that a few days (and a lot of money) later, I... wasthe happy owner of two lovely, nubile, totally obedient slaves.Monika and Jasmin. Both were tall women, with excellent figures,long, dark hair, and wide, deep brown eyes. But there theresemblance ended. For where Monika's skin was the color ofexpensive ivory, Jasmin's was more the of lightly-creamed coffeeperhaps with a drop of Honey in it.. His soft kisses and hot breath felt so good as he kissed her neck, ears and the corners of her mouth. Mike’s kisses now reached her breasts. Jenny sighed with pleasure. Mike attacked her breasts with a vengeance, kissing, licking, sucking and biting her soft large breasts. He bit down on her nipples while squeezing her breasts. He held them in his hands, teasing and sucking on every inch of them. She moaned with lust, her pussy now soaking wet. “Oh my God, you are so sexy,” whispered Mike. . Every single time I assigned someone to work with him I got the same stink eye and sideways comments. Next day I’d hear how bad an assignment that was and how they never want to work with Frankie ever again.But it’s not like fresh workers are coming to replace us anytime soon.Of course there were lots of small issues and conflicts that caused friction. Some men couldn’t work well in certain situations and there didn’t seem to be an obvious reason as to why. So I had to be extra careful not to. My father struck out at him, knocking him into my desk, spilling papers everywhere. ‘She’s not going anywhere.’ ‘Please go,’ I whispered. ‘He’ll kill you.’ Danny hesitated, his hand still reaching for me. My father lifted me by my hair, pulling me off the bed. I clenched my teeth, willing myself not to scream and getting my knees under me to lessen the pull on my scalp. ‘What are you waiting around for? Is this what you want to see?’ my father asked, holding me up like a prize, my blouse gaping.