I tried to stop myself from sayingthe filthiest things imaginable, but I couldn't help myself. Iimmediately agreed to be the office slut, and practica...lly begged eachman to fuck me like the whore I longed to become.Dear God. This was so much more that I had ever dreamed about when Istarted serving Master Keith as his sissy slut.That was pretty much par for the course for the rest of the week. Ispent my days at work, struggling to do my job while a huge dildo madeit impossible to concentrate. I. I reached behind myself to unhook my blouse and pull it out of my hands. His eyes went wide when he saw my large breasts slightly hanging with age inside a new black brassiere I had bought today only. Smiling shyly I unhooked my brasisere and pulled it off too revelaing my smooth milky breasts with their nipples getting erect but still pointing downwards with age and maturity. I held them and asked him to knead them.Ravi walked to me and putting his lips on mine began to knead my breasts, my. Both Rachel and Michelle just sat their still frozen in fear, shocked with what they were witnessing. Mr. Hughes walked to the desk and sat in the chair that Nadia had just vacated. He folded his hands across the desk and he smiled at both girls.Terry: “Now, we’ve got some more business don’t we?”Rachel: “You can’t do this. You can’t force us to honor this, this farcical agreement. We don’t have to do these things.”Terry: “Oh but I can. You will all do whatever I ask of you. Or it’s all gone!. For the next minute or so I listened to her hack, spit and run the sink, breathe heavily and spit some more and rinse her mouth. She was being overdramatic about this. And Megan didn’t taste bad at all.She charged back into the room and slapped me. She hit me again. She shouted at me in a loud whisper that turned into her sobbing. She called me an addict, a shithead, a stupid horny little boy, said she hoped I died, that we were done if I wanted to sleep around as much as I did, we were.