A further psychological profile, conducted on you during your time in incarceration, provided the necessary indications that you were suitable for the... role as one of our Slave Trainers.You will therefore be in charge of selecting a celebrity from a pool of available victims and in training them to fulfill the wises of our clients. Concerning this aspect of your job, I have put together a dossier regarding the slave's personality and assets, alongside the desires of the client that has. Then they moved out of my reach as she slowly slid her body against me until her mouth was above mine. We kissed for a few minutes before she got up, pulling me up so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed as she did so. She kissed me a bit more before pulling my shirt up over my head, stepping back, and giving me a slow once over. Now I spend a decent amount of time in the gym, it’s how I relax. I’m not a body builder by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m lean and have a decent amount. She also locked her office door in case the bastard tried to come back. She crouched in the corner behind her desk, her arms wrapped around her legs, trembling and crying quietly while she waited for Ward to arrive.About twenty minutes later, she heard a loud pounding on the door. Then Ward's voice, "Diana! It's Ward! Open up and let us in!"She crawled out of the corner and stood up carefully. She made her way to the door and opened it.Oh, God ... NO! Not you ... you can't see me like this... . It was almost a whisper."Hi Susan," I said, a little unsure of what she was doing.Melissa stepped in behind us."Come get wet you two," said Susan.Three people in the apartment's little bathtub shower was a tight fit. It took some awkward maneuvering for each of us to take turns under the shower. I was standing under the spray, soaping Melissa's firm breasts as Susan started soaping her back. I reached lower and ran my soapy fingers between Melissa's legs. She squirmed a little, and then forced.