Most people just sent Paul to get them things, but Missy had been there ... had that T shirt ... and was almost militant about not making the interns ..."step and fetch" things. So she smiled sweetly and asked Paul to watch her desk for a bit. When a few minutes later, a man walked in off the street and explained what he wanted, Paul had no idea what to do. So he took the man to Priscilla.Priscilla was a hard driving young woman, who took control of things by telling the man to sit down while she. "Simon panicked. "Thanks...erm... can I call back to confirm my order?" Of course Sir." And the phone went dead.Simon bolted upright! Placing his feet on the floor he stood up quicklyswaying slightly due to the tall heels and a light head. Making his wayto the mirror, he stared at his reflection as he saw nothing had changed.His hair was messy but the makeup was still that of the perfect slut. Helooked himself over for a minute taking in everything from the collar,his big tits held firmly in. "You have this sparkle," he said. "It never leaves your eyes. It changes according to your mood, but it never goes away."He let the back of his hand drift calmly over her cheek, then leaned down and placed a soft kiss against her temple. His palm briefly caressed her neck, then down along her spine to the small of her back where he massaged the little dimples above her ass with the pad of his thumb."It says you're alive," he went on. "It says you're not like all those zombies goose-stepping. He had worked her body hard all night.She woke in the morning with her nipple in his mouth and two of his fingers fucking her cunt. She was shocked and tried to get up. He held her down and told her "Now you are my fucking whore. I am going to fuck you any time I want and that will be often. So lay here and spread those legs and let me show you what you have been getting all night." He then mounted her and gave her cunt a good hard fuck once more. Even though she resisted he could feel her cum.