It was Mr. Decker. "Karen, please come to my office." I knocked on his door and entered, closing it behind me. "Lock it." I did, and stood waiting. "M...m, I see you remembered my instructions regarding bras. Very nice." He walked over and grasped my nipples over my blouse, giving them a hard pinch that had me moaning softly. "Did you abide by the other rules?" He cocked a brow, and at my silence slipped his hand under my skirt, raising it up past my hips. He sniffed the air, then smirked at me.. It was a dream come true. She was at my beck and call, sort of like Christy was with Brian, except that Christy had no choice, at least as long as Brian could keep her mind under his control. But Stella had a choice; fucking me was just the price she agreed to pay for keeping her job. She had done it of her own free will, even though she hadn't wanted to, and had agreed to keep on doing it only because she needed what I could give her. That fact alone gave me a thrill every time I thought of. Betty had a predictably opposite reaction. Reaching down she tried to get Hotdog to quit what he was doing."No Hotdog! Bad dog!" She yelled at him. "Now you stop that this instant!"Trying to push him away from her pussy. This caused Hotdog to growl in a menacing fashion, and snapping at her fingers. Betty pulled back her fingers. She had never in her life heard Hotdog growl at anybody, much less her. This new development frightened her more than anything. As for Hotdog, he simply returned to. I don’t want to spook him into running.”They got into the SUV and, after consulting Whitaker’s GPS, drove a few blocks to a small apartment complex. Finding his apartment, Whitaker parked the car out front.“So how do we do this?” Taylor said, as Whitaker walked around to his side of the car, stepping up onto the curb she had parked next to.“Well, if he’s not home, we could try for a warrant, but there’s a good chance word would get back to Dorset. The other choice is to take the tape and ID to.