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Janet breathed a sigh of relief when the last document was classified, holed, and placed in the loose-leaf binder. I await your pleasure,” replied Tina. She nibbled and picked at her food, feeling it taste like sawdust. Just the two of them, Mistress and slave girl together. Another day, when Tina had made a minor mistake, Janet had merely given her five light strokes with the riding crop. “Janet?” asked Dave, “are you all right?” “Sorry, I was just drifting,” answered Janet. In the center of the room, on a small circular carpet knelt Tina. There was nothing in the rest of the package of consequence. “Please me,” said Janet. “Mistress, is there something wrong?” asked Tina when she walked in the foyer. Her roving tongue gradually made it’s way down to Janet’s own sex and she buried her tongue between Janet’s sex. “Whiskey sour,” ordered Janet.
