I had achieved my life’s work at the tender age of twenty nine. There were licensed clinics worldwide and I retired by the age of thirty two. By the... age of thirty three I was desperately bored. It was late one night after an evening of heavy drinking that it came to me. ‘Well old boy, you have all the time in the world on your hands, why not work on something new? Oh I know what would be fun, the slave wave. I could continue my studies and hire people to undergo the testing.’ I set down my. I sat in the room outside Williamson's office under the sultry eye of his secretary Chloe. Most of the office girls hated Chloe because they thought Williamson had only hired her for her looks and all the guys just plain lusted after her. She was a tall, slender brunette with long legs and knockout tits. She wore the most beautiful bespoke suits and prowled the office in towering Louboutin shoes. Chloe was beautiful but also good at her job, no one really knew if she was fucking the boss for. Most of the rest of us had smaller drums that we were supposed to beat on with our hands. I figured I should be able to at least keep a rhythm going. I could already smell the sweet aroma of weed burning as some of the guys were passing around a joint. I found a place among the kids to sit with Willow. We avoided the pass.The big drum started the festivities. These folks all drummed together on a pretty regular basis, so it wasn’t hard to just follow along. Grandpa Ken struck the drum once with. She leaned in and kissed me with tongue and we were swapping spit a lot by then. The dungeon master came in and we rolled the die again and he said we would be blocked from 2 more turns. she looked at me and said it looks like we will be here for another hour now. She pulled her top off and straddled my lap on the ground and we kissed and i felt her tits and sucked on them and she said her brother was the dungeon master and he let her stay in the room with a guy if she liked him. I was right..