's office. After 10 minutes or so, my Z called me in. When I walked in, confused, my Master told me that He has been hearing some very disturbing news... from my boss. "You know much better than this,...slut," he said to me. I tried to laugh it off, looking from my Master to my boss, confused, heart racing, completely humiliated. I tried to signal to my Master with my eyes not to call me that at work. It didn't work. He told me to get on my knees and I had to comply. My Master told me to put my. Abbie sees Tim straining and giggles, “Are these what you want?” Holding and wiggling her boobs.Tim just nods yes. The view of Abbie’s tits is like that very first night when she had sent him that photo of her in the bath, with just the hint of her nipples. Tim still has that photo, well hidden, in his phone. Sometimes, when he and Abbie are apart, Tim looks at that picture of Abbie and remembers the first rush of excitement between them.“Do you want me to take my bra off so you can worship. He stopped her, lay on the ground, and had her lay on top of him in a 69 position. She was kind of reluctant at first but then her instinct kicked in again and she put her mouth on his dick and started playing with it. She gasped when she felt his tongue on her pussy, it was somehow better than last time. He was pushing his tongue in and playing with her pussy lips. Every now and then, he would play with her clit with his lips tongue and teeth. She almost flew when he licked her other hole. . The entire staff was well aware of Marguerite’s fury. She announced it loudly and frequently. Everyone understood her anger, feeling that Ed had insulted them all by having a well known culinary magazine send Marguerite a Soup Can Award. Even in the office, she could hear the occasional shouts as Marguerite vented her anger.George went through the mail with his normal dispatch until he noticed a magazine with Ed’s picture on the cover. He set the magazine in front of Cathy and tapped the cover.