"Well loosen the rope round her left breast before it turns black and drops off, " I ordered, "And Pattie get dressed we'll discuss this sensibly."I w...ent upstairs and poured myself a generous measure of a decent single malt whisky, I just left it beside my chair for a moment and then Father appeared, "Ah Glen Livett!" he exclaimed and grabbed my glass and downed it in a single gulp."It wasn't actually," I said, "What exactly is going on?"Pattie appeared next, I couldn't believe it, pink ball. He then entered deep inside Innocence’s arse crying in a curious strangled way as he penetrated her. ‘Yes!’ He cried. ‘Yes yes yes!’ He gripped her around the shoulders and one hand pawed Dodie’s breasts. He was very brutal in his lovemaking, and he was only at all interested in anal entry. He totally ignored Dodie’s vagina and was not even very keen on Innocence penetrating her there. He pushed Dodie down onto the ground, her face buried into the carpet as he thrust again and again into her. I couldn’t blame him. I was very lean yet firm in all the right places. My ass was purrrfect. My legs were ultra-femme looking. My classic black heels, tight black top, stockings, garter belt, and priceless silicon falsies made me look like a total whore-dream cum to life. Had my miniskirt not been pulled up and my cock been out, I would have passed as a dirty redhead gurl. So, he leaned against the wall and stared at me like I was a piece of meat- exactly what I loved. Objectify me, objectify. What Anya didn’t appreciate was the reaction her body had towards it. It became her fear come true when she realized she had become the desire of her boss. She didn’t know how to handle it. Any other situation and Anya would have bolted, despite the opportunities of this internship. But there was just something about Natalia that kept her there… Shuddering, Anya brought her thoughts to the present. She tried to keep up with Bree’s steady stream of conversation, but her thoughts kept dragging.