My knees buckled, and I slumped to the floor shivering all over. My nipples were hyper-sensitive and rubbing agonisingly against the lace trim on m...y bra. I was on the verge of crying. I needed to know who the panty wanker was. I put my dirty underwear in the hamper, and showered and got ready for work. I had a crap night at work, as all I could think of was a meaty cock rubbing in my panties and filling them with spunk. It was a quiet night anyway, and so my. He threw me the condoms and told me “Open the box and put one on me like a good white whore…you know…no hands, just your fucking mouth.” I had actually done that hundreds, if not a thousand times, and did as I was told. After he was sheathed, he handed me the liter of lube and gestured for me to make use of it. I eagerly did because I knew I’d really need it with him…he would probably be a new record if I took all of him. I lost focus on the fact I was actually being held against my will. You have never settled for less than what was yours, and never demanded more than your due. I understand that now." So where do you go from here, Diane?" Ha," she laughed humourlessly, "Where does Diane go? Not, where do we go? You know where you are going and I will have no part in it, sure I won't? Well, when I started working in the boutique I was good at it and I thought I had potential to develop it. I thought if I could get a share in the business I could make something for myself. I. Special.I was sure that way more than thirty minutes had passed.“Lissa, I am going to go and get the laundry. Stay here and relax.”“OK, darling.”I walked back to the laundry and for some reason my brain started to wrap around the names the ladies were calling me. Tasha called me ‘baby’ and Lissa called me ‘darling’ and ‘sweetie’. I wonder what Jos and Diana would call me. I hoped it wasn’t ‘pookie’.The dryers had stopped, so I went to the one with my and Diana’s laundry and pulled the towels.