Dorinda suspected the group of having imbibed something stronger than tea. Two pairs of high heeled shoes were reluctantly discarded and left lying on... the grass on the way to the starting line. The race was routine enough. But for Harriet´s girls as deadly serious as any other. None wanted to be last. Dorinda leaped across the grass with a firm determination. The outcome was predictable. The naked contestants were all younger than the guests. They were in better condition, their incentive was. She was Asian, pretty, nice thick lips, Filipino maybe. She made eye contact and turned towards me with a suggestive smile. Now, I am a good looking, tall, midd age man, but not used to being picked up at a bar. And in no mood for a girl for fee that night. But she was provocative enough to warranty a smile. She came over to my table. My name is Celeste she said. And I like you. Well I like you too I said but I am not up for a business transaction this time of the night.She got up, a bit brash. Then she held her sex open and lowered herself to my waiting mouth.However, when I tried to kiss her and give her pleasure, she pulled away, giggling."See," she said to no one in particular. "I told you she was a slut. My own little Pussy slave."She pushed a wet finger in my mouth. It was soaked with her flavor. I sucked it clean as she pushed it in and out my lips. "Yes, Her is *my* pussy slave, isn't she?" she asked me, as if talking to a baby."I am- I mean Her is your pussy slave, Mistress,". I own your houses. I own your company cars.In short. I own YOU!.I will be holding individual meetings with each of you today, here is the schedule. Be there. Don't be late.Meeting 1 Margaret.Margaret had expected a civilised discussion about the history and prospects for the mill. Instead, she had undergone 20 minutes of what can only be described as gentle interrogation about her and family. It was clear she recognised that the end was coming, but even that wouldn't go as she expected."I have.