My employer, Mr. Keser asked that I escort you through the building. He is ready to meet with you now.”I was momentarily confused by the name that s...he was calling me by, but then remembered that Khel Haneth was the name I was going by while we were here. I asked Zaszi to tell her to lead the way. After a short bow, the young woman led us through the doors and into an elevator.After the door closed, she hit the button for what seemed like the forty-third floor, and the elevator immediately. Casey coughed and a web of spittle and pre-cum slid from his lips to the floor. He'd practically choked to death on her cock and he still wanted more of it down his throat. Samantha loved this filthy fuck-boy already.“Let's move to the kitchen you little bitch! That's where you do your best work, isn't it?”“Yes, Miss Samantha!”Sam rose to her feet and pulled on his hair until the young man followed suit. She shoved him towards the kitchen and he stumbled along with Samantha hurrying after him.. Larry stood up, his erect penis pointing at Sarah, “It seems I have lucky number 17.” He waved the printed number in the air.“Ok Sarah,” said Charlie, his voice suddenly serious, “here’s the deal. We know why you are here and you know why we are here. But what we need from you is a clear demonstration that you are willing to give us your body this weekend.”Sarah was confused, “I’m, . . . I’m not sure what you mean . . . I mean, you just . . .”“That is my point. I was the one that fingered. I started in on my usual Saturday morning routine of cleaning the house a little and then getting ready to run into town to check in on how the store was doing. As I was sorting the laundry for some reason I noticed that a pair of panties that I had worn just a few days before didn’t seem to be in the pile of laundry. Normally I don’t think I would have noticed, except that they were part of three matching sets of bras and panties that I had purchased fairly recently. I went back to the hamper.