And as she explained it to me, while Mister Gabe could be very mean to the ex-husband, as far as she knew he had never done something like that before... to anyone else. It made things a bit tense for her at work for a while although 'C' said that Jen was completely different in her professional space. Eventually, while at work they remained cordial, even friendly in a business sense, at home 'C' was doing some 'distancing' herself.Molly, who knew the back story, even though I wouldn't tell her. .." OUT!" I'd like a job... with you," she added when I didn't immediately answer."How come? Isn't squeegeeing your way around America as a punk goddess enough for you?" Don't you make fun of me!" she ordered with fire blazing in her green eyes."Sorry... and just what do you think you might be able to do here?" I'm smart. What do you need? I'll do anything." Well... if I actually had an opening, and I'm not saying I do... first you'd have to fill out an application... have your references. Now then, looks to me like a good figure under that smock butwe'll soon see, won't we!" Anne Curtis stood in white faced shock for a few seconds thenwith a wail of submission undid the buttons down the front,hoisted the smock over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her skin was completely white unlike most of the Australian womenin the prison and I gazed at her with ever growing lust and asevere discomfort in my pants. She was half turned away from mebut as she stood to attention, pale. An honoured... to have those two black heavy-weights on the job.”“I am... I am... M-Master!” Julia had realised the error of her initial protest and was quickly trying to make amends. “I want... to be f-fucked by them... both of them... I... I’d love it!”Quentin gripped Julia by her hair. “Slave,” he said, “you made a slip didn’t you? I know. Your first reactions at the news were your real ones...”“No... NO... Master!”Quentin slapped the girl’s face. Left and right... left and right. Stinging,.