She had never understood it. Janet was a slave. She was a slave to her own wild passions. She was the slave to anyone with that knowledge. And now her... twin son and daughter had that knowledge.She spent a restless night, and when she woke up that morning, she didn’t want to get out of bed. She didn’t want to see Barry or Shari. She didn’t want to look into their young faces, see her shame in them. They had her now, and she would be their slave if they pushed.She sneaked from her room after. I was a little freaked out but then I felt him licking on my clit and probing my virgin hole with a finger. I started feeling wet and all warm and started moaning. It felt good what he was doing and then he got up and climbed up onto me from behind and pushed his cock into my unfucked pussy. Once the hymen was broken I let out a gasp and then a loud goran and he started pushing his cock into my now bloodied pussy and he started biting on my neck and shoulders and started squeezing on my. . I guess you're right... it was a little silly." It was more than that young lady, it was reckless. Now, I want you to lay across my lap, and do not argue with me."The next moment she found herself laying over a man's lap. She wanted to object but what could she say? He was right, she had provoked this. She also knew, deep in her heart that he was right about her behavior as well. And she owed him a lot for what he did that night. Before she knew it she was face down on her couch, with her. Her reward for this special duty was to keep the car. She would need it as my replacement-in-training. I think we had chosen well. I took a great deal of pride in the fact that the decision was largely on my recommendation. She was going to be a very fine manager.When I stepped off the plane in Portland that Friday afternoon, I was greeted by warm spring sunshine and, surprisingly, by Pete Elliot, our resin rep. He was waiting for me at the baggage carousel."What brings you out on a Friday.