" Lady--" Tom said sharply. "Listen. I'm not Amanda. I'm not one of yourgirls. And I can't stay here." He wanted her to look at him, he realisedsudden...ly: he wanted her eyes to meet his and stop him talking."You're welcome to leave." Hekate turned a page. "Your flat has been clearedand re-let to a young foreign student, your clothes have been burnt--wasthere anything else you had to go back to? Still, if that is your wish. Youwill, of course, return our clothes before you leave."Tom had a vivid. She also has a ‘human relations’ specialist working for her, making sure we tiptoe through the morass of laws and regulations foisted upon every business in the country.But that’s business. It’s good. We hire good people, treat them well; makes life good. At the end of the evening, though, that’s when the best part of my life happens. I go home to Cindy. That is, if Cindy hasn’t been in the office during the day. Sometimes she is. Three days a week, though, she’s been at the university,. The combination of the warm shower spray on my clit and my fingers running rampant over and deep inside my pussy, was leading me to an explosion that I need so badly. In the outer recesses of my thoughts, I heard the doorbell ringing, but I was beyond stopping. I was on the edge and had to keep going till my body exploded. Yet again I heard the ringing of the bell. "Go away!" my mind screamed as I was finally able to block out the sound. I heard a guttural moan and realized it was me. My. Grabbing shalisa by the hair I pulled her up onto her knees. She still fought feebly against me, trying to wiggle away in a pathetic kind of way. I held her still and buckled her new collar around her neck. "Do you know why I'm putting a collar on you?" I asked. She just sat there sobbing. After a moment I slapped her hard across the face. " I asked you if you know why I'm putting a collar on you. I suggest that you answer me or I'll cut you with the same pocket knife that made your collar." I.