I cupped her right breast in my hand and bending down, I enclosed my moth around her areola and sucked on her nipple. She let out a loud sigh. “My M...aster. I am now and for ever yours. Just keep on sucking me. How I wish there was milk in my breasts so that you could have drunk from my breasts. Don’t ever forsake me my lover. Sorry Sir. I m calling you all endearments, though you are my boss. But now, you are not only my boss. You are my master and I am your slave, waiting for your touch and. People in our company were either too serious or too funny to be with. we found ourself in a complete nightmare. I’m known to be very active and talkative but never had a chance to be myself. Myself and Sheryl understood the work atmosphere and agreed to go with the tide and be ourselves outside office. Like in any other story, I never had any intentions on her as she was a good friend but obviously you get occasional peeks which I never carry it my mind and it just passes by.Sheryl was Anglo. Various items of study—a skeleton, field tools, compasses and maps—littered the remaining desks and tables. On the far side of the room, in a dimly lit glass case stood the idol. It was approximately two feet high and very thick. The material it was made from was still be determined, but it was assumed that it was another form of gold, mostly from the extreme weight and pliability. Staring into the case was Tom Winters, another grad student whom Moira knew all to well. They had dated for some. But I did know that feeling. Remember I told you that once I believed Iwas a man? That wasn't because some kind of twisted, wicked witch of astep-mother had forced me to live as a boy, then a man. No, nothing assimple as that - I had been an actual man, with a cock and balls andbeard and cum and hairy legs and testosterone in abundance and all theother good stuff that comes with manhood.Until one day, backpacking along the route of a road, old before theRomans ever stared greedily at Britannia,.