"I was getting into the car when Hebb came out of the office and came over. "Where do you think you are going Concept?" I don't think it's any of your... business mister Hebb, I'm on my time off and what I do then is entirely up to me." I want to know where you are at all times." Oh goody, overtime rates are time and a half for the first four hours and double time there after, that would mean that when I would normally start back I would still be on double time. Thank you so much mister Hebb.". “Glad your Master is back, slave?” he asked.“Yes, Master,” replied Julia huskily. She had been weeping a lot in Quentin’s absence. Praying, too. Praying that he would decide to take her with him when he went.“I wonder,” grinned Quentin happily.He turned and went into the bathroom... and when, a few minutes later, he came back, he was naked. Gross and hairy, punch wobbling, he waddled across the room and took the collar and chain off Julia.“You’re going to suck me, slave,” said Quentin. “Are you. My stepsister was Amber, a hotheaded eighteen year old. She wasn’t related to me and never pretended to be. Even though we basically grew up together, we never warmed up to each other. Amber stood at five six, with an athletic body, perfect bubble butt, 32D tits she somehow convinced dad to buy her, and blonde hair she dyed at the tips.She went to the same school and grade as me, but thank God we hardly had classes together. She was the type of girl that insisted to her boyfriend on waiting. Jamey relented and sitting up, slip her legs to the floor, she indicated for Dean to open it up. Laura was getting frustrated with anticipation. She desperately wanted to see Dean in his full glory. She wanted to rush into the room and help them get those jeans of his butt. Then Jamey reached out and undid first his belt and then the button before lowering the zipper all the way. Grabbing the Levi’s by the sides she slipped it over his hips and all the way down to his feet. Laura remembered her.