Brent then got up from the table as Wayne and Bruce turned to me for a bit more formal introduction. He was about halfway to the door when I shouted. ..."I thought you wanted me to audition."Brent called back. "You just did. I've been working at resorts for years and I've never seen a chef take command like that before. If you can cook half as good as you led the discussion on the menu, you'll do fine. Besides, Wayne and Bruce can handle most of the cooking. You just need to give them direction. I can feel my whole body relax as I feel like Im being cradled in a heated hammock. The soft glow of the room and the natural heat feels almost too comfortable. The tentacles begin to work over my whole body with a gentle massage secreting more of the light goop, and the intoxicating smell makes my head spin and feel like Im floating. The tentacles work their way up my robe and slowly undo the bow I tied around my waist. I lose my robe beneath me, and am quite exposed but my mind is still in. While doing so, my hands reached out for her boobs still hidden under the bra. They were unbelievably soft. I could feel her heartbeat increasing rapidly. She was already shivering when I pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and unhooked it from behind. Shedding the bra let her well sized tits bloom to their fullest with the nipples pricking, up hard as nuts. I fondled with her tits for a while, which aroused her even more.She was getting impatient now and almost wanting to cry out to me to. But Paul completely ignored her excepting the times he had to bring her food or take some tests for Jonas.Then one morning Paul took her to the exercise room and told her to wait there until his return.When he came through the doorway, he had a pretty little brunette by the arm. He was dressed in his leather costume, and earned his whip."Front and center, Pal!" he commanded, and she moved to stand in front of him, head slightly bowed, silent and submissive. Paul spoke to the brunette."Pal is.