COMPANY GIRLS PART 3

(F/F; illustrated)

It shouldn't have happened. I had to admit as much to Gale. I'd been working for her for over a month and everything went well until the day I got tempted into leaving work an hour early and forgot about an urgent order I hadn't attended to. No matter that I woke up early next morning and remembered about it then. No matter that I went straight to the office and got the cleaners to let me in early so I could try to fix up the mess. No matter that I did as much as I could as soon as I could to put things right. None of those excuses were worth a row of beans when we had a major client on our hands wanting to know why their high priority forms hadn't been delivered overnight. I had no choice at all but to go to Gale and confess my mistake.

She was as mad as hell, and with good reason. After she'd finished telling me what she thought of my inefficiency I left her office in tears and hid out in a toilet cubicle. Until she ordered me to come out of it and face her again.

"Philippa, I'm spoken to the people at Saint Delphina's Hospital. Spoken to them, hell, I've crawled on my belly to them and they've finally agreed to give us a second chance. I'm really pissed that you put me in that position. As far as I'm concerned you've got a choice: you can either clear your desk and get out or accept my punishment as your way of showing you're sorry. What's it to be?"

She knew what my answer before I'd even opened my mouth. To make me quit this job she'd have had to hang me by my thumbs over the edge of the Grand Canyon. "I'll take the punishment, please, Gale," I whispered.

Of course in one way it was just a kind of a game. Oh I'd fucked up big time and Gale might yet throw me out, but I knew she was going to enjoy having a good excuse to make me squirm for her. Just as I knew I was putting my name down for another unforgettable experience.

"OK," Gale said. "Eight o'clock tonight, and be hungry. You're going to be eating a whole lot of humble pie."

Yeah, right. Which was why I wasn't at all surprised to find Gale wearing her full boss lady outfit when I got to her apartment. Nor did I expect a friendly welcome, which was just as well, because I wasn't offered one. She just pushed me into her special little romper room and told me to kneel down on the floor in front of a folding chair. Then she sat down on it and tapped my arm with the big cane she was carrying.

I didn't wait for any instructions, I showed straight away that I knew my place by starting to lick her knees.

"It's no use you thinking you can get around me with that kind of stuff," Gale said. "You're a naughty, naughty, little pussy. What are you?"

"I'm a naughty, naughty little pussy," I told her. "I've been bad and now I've got to suffer for it."

"Oh, yes, you're going to feel sorry for yourself, I'll make sure of that," Gail said, half to herself, as though she was talking to a dog or cat that she owned. "And while I'm thinking about what to do with you, you can clean my boots with your tongue."

Well, that was one thing about Gale, she had no problem in finding ways of showing who was giving the orders.

So I bent right forward and lapped away at her boots with her cane tapping up and down against my ass as a warning about what was going to happen if I wasn't submissive enough for my disgruntled mistress. So I grovelled before her like she was an empress or something.

Not that any amount of boot licking was going to save me entirely from that cane. Which was why I was expecting the next order, to take my dress off. Or, to be exact, to kneel up straight so that Gale could take it off me.

"I'm glad to see that at least you know what to wear for punishment detail, Philippa. I was beginning to think that somebody was fucking all the brains out of your head for you. Who is it you've been dating? Some stud from the office?"

"No," I protested. "I'd never get involved in any kind of office affair."

"Perhaps you should be, maybe then you wouldn't be in such a hurry to leave it before finishing your work."

Of course there was no answer I could make to her caustic comment because she was right. If I'd thought about my job first and my dating second, I wouldn't have made such an stupid asshole of myself.

"What's the matter, Philippa? Can't you answer me. Did you wear your tongue out on my boots?"

"No, mistress," I replied quickly.

"Fine, then start using it again. But in an interesting way."

I guessed what she wanted and leaned forward to gently nibble on a nipple. Then I began licking and sucking on both of Gale's milking points. She took some deep breaths through her nose and her tips stood out clearly against the damp lace sticking to them.

"Playing the slave girl routine again are you, you loathsome little slut? You think you can get around me again by licking my tits and my ass? Going for the grand finale as soon as you can with your tongue up my cunt so I'll forgive and forget? Oh, it's not going to be that easy this time, you trouble making little whore."

Gale stood up quickly, without me being quite ready for it, then grabbed my hair and pulled it until I whimpered. Gale took no notice at all of my distress and dragged me across the floor so quickly that I could hardly keep up with her, even with crawling on my knees as fast as I could. Then she turned me around until we were both facing a full length mirror.

"Go ahead, take a good long look at yourself. The woman who said she wanted to work for me, the woman I gave a chance to show what she could do, and the employee who's doing her best to wreck my business because of her laziness and inefficiency. Proud of yourself, Philippa?"

"I forgot, I forgot, that's all," I moaned. "I thought I'd done everything that had to be done that day and I just plain forgot about that last invoice. I'm sorry!"

"Sorry! Why were you in such a hurry to leave last night? Tell me the truth, was it because you had a hot date?"

"Yes," I admitted. "Yes. A guy called Brad. I met him last week."

"So now we know." Gale's voice was cold and sneering. "Some low life in some singles' bar decides he wants to get into your pants and you're so eager to spread your legs for him that you rush out of the office and leave everything behind as fucked up as you were hoping to get."

"No," I protested, "It wasn't like that! I'd never have left early if I'd thought there was any work still to do."

"Stand up and then bend over," Gale snarled. "I'm going to give you a memory improvement course. And I'm going to apply it right where your brains are, Slave."

Even before I was bent over she was slashing the cane around so sharply that it seemed to be cutting the air up into slices. This was going to hurt and I knew it. Even so, when Gale laid the first stripe across my ass I yelled out at the pain. I felt as if I'd been branded.

But one was nowhere enough for Gale. She kept one hand resting on my shoulder as a warning to stay in the same position while she kept thrashing away at me. My buns seemed to be on fire and the only relief I could get was to keep screaming. Maybe, I hoped, if I made enough noise, Gale would finally quit punishing me.

Well, she did finally stop the caning but that didn't mean my problems were over. I was allowed to stand up and rub my bottom, only to see Gale fetching a chair and a hairbrush. There wasn't any need for a set of instructions to work out what was going to happen next. At least being spanked with bush couldn't be anymore painful than the cuts from the cane.

That was what I thought, and I suppose it was true, though it was sometimes hard to believe as Gale waled away at me. She had me sprawled across her lap like a naughty child and squirming my hips on top of her legs as I got well and truly paddled.

"You useless fucking bitch," my boss cursed me. "The next time you screw up I swear I'll do this to you in front of everybody at the office before I throw you out for ever."

"No, Gale, no, please, don't throw me out! I'll do anything you want if only you'll let me stay!"

"So you'd let me spank you in front of all the guys in the office and then go back to work would you? With them all laughing at you and ready to gang bang you on top of your desk afterwards?"

"Yes, yes, anything, just as long as you let me stay with you!"

The blows from the hairbrush stopped. Then I felt Gale's gloved fingers gently circling around the tops of my stockings.

"Anything at all -- is that what you said?"

"Yes, Gale, yes, mistress, anything," I begged her.

"Yeah . . . tell me about this new stud of yours, this guy Brad. Has he laid you yet?"

"Yes, mistress" I admitted, wondering why Gale wanted to know that.

"How many times has he fucked you, Philippa?"

"Twice -- two times," I gabbled. If I sounded confused, part of the reason was because my boss's fingers were sliding up higher between my legs.

"I like to know about what my employees are doing, who's they're screwing around with. Perhaps I should get you to phone him and tell him to come on over and watch this. That should get real horny for your sweet ass, hey?"

Her fingers found my pussy and began to stroke it, hard. "Imagine him standing behind you, watching me do this to you, slave girl."

Gale began slapping me on the ass even as she was rubbing me, and I twitched with excitement like a gaffed marlin.

"Imagine him standing here, butt naked, a cock on him like a stallion, and as soon as I give the word, he's going to come up behind you, pull down your pants and fuck you doggy style while you're still bent over my legs. Can you imagine that, Philippa?"

Yes, I could. I had the whole scene fixed right there in front of my mind, with some very stimulating help from Gale's velvet covered fingers and that hairbrush. Stroke and slap, stroke and slap, stroke and slap, and all the time soaking my panties and Gale's glove in a rush of juice.

"He's just behind you, Philippa, he's just behind and he's reaching out to pull down those briefs and put his cock into you," Gale taunted me. "Hey, how come you're puffing and panting like that, Slave? You sound as if you're as horny as a bitch on heat. Ready for some rocking and rolling, are you?"

"Yes, Mistress", I moaned, unable to stop myself responding to her manipulating fingers.

"Then we're going to have to get you ready for it, aren't we?"

Of course I agreed: "Yes, Mistress."

There was a barbecue table in the room standing up on one end so that the top of it was higher than my shoulders. Gale told me to stand up against it and then pushed me back against the wooden slats of the table top. She began to unfasten the top of my corset and then giggled.

"Yeah, I think if I scheduled this for an after hours party treat all the guys would surely be staying back. How about it, Slave, how about putting on a strip tease for the boys? Would you like that?"

"If you want me to, Mistress," I whispered.

Gale laughed: "Don't worry, you'd be safe enough. I've never seen any of those geeks take more than one hand off a keyboard at one time. Is your lover boy a computer nerd?"

"No. He's a doctor. I met him at one of the hospitals I deal with -- Clarencefield General."

Gale's clean white teeth flashed in a smile: "A doctor? I'm impressed." She put out her hand and squeezed my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

The feel of the velvet glove on my bare skin somehow set my own teeth on edge, though I tried not to flinch and show Gale how much it was bothering me.

"So Brad's a doctor, slave girl? Your boyfriend's a doctor. That could mean some good business for us if you play your hand right."

This was tricky. Gale was talking as though I might be forgiven for my fuckup if I could get Brad the doctor pushing our sales team along with word of mouth: well, perhaps he could, someday, but not yet. Right now his principal long term financial relationships were with the vending machines in the hospital lobby.

"He's still only an intern," I told her.

Gale chuckled, bent forward, bit on my breast lightly then said: "Think this through, Slave. You've got a friend who's a doctor, he'll have friends who are doctors. Or at least he'll know other doctors. More important doctors. Understand?"

"I'm not sure . . . "

"You need pictures? You get Brad to introduce you to one of the big shots and start playing footsie with him under the table. Then you make a discreet date with the big shot and find out when's a convenient time to call round and fuck his brains out. Then you make your sales pitch for the company to handle his paperwork problems."

Gale lowered her head again, this time biting me much harder as those velvet clad gloves slithered up and down my stomach, making me shiver. But not as much as the thought of risking my relationship with Brad did.

"But, if Brad found out -- "

I broke off as Gale raised her head like a rearing snake. The eyes in her mask were glittering with anger: "Are you defying me, Slave? Are you daring to talk back to me?"

"No, no," I stuttered. Then I cried out in pain.

Those velvet clad fingers were touching my breast again, but this time Gale was showing the steel hidden inside the velvet by squeezing me as hard as she could, crushing a nipple in a fist that felt as strong as a man's. And none of my pleadings for mercy caused Gale to stop in the least from continuing to hurt me.

"Are you going to as you're told, Slave, or are you looking for more trouble?"

"Anything you want, Mistress, anything you want! I'll lay every doctor in the state if you want me to."

Gale snorted in anger, grabbed my hair and jerked my head up. "Listen, slut, if I tell you to do it, you'll fuck every doctor and every nurse as well. Understand!"

"Yes! Yes!"

Her hand fondled the gusset of my panties, lingering and stroking on the damp patch with careful patience until my knees were quivering with fear and excitement. Excitement of a sort I'd never known before. Maybe it was impossible to be as excited as that without being frightened as well -- true or false, nobody could set me ablaze like Gale could.

"I'm glad to hear you're willing to do your bit for the team," Gale said, a faint smile on her lips. "Because you've had no real punishment at all yet for the trouble you've caused me. But then again, you don't know what I offered the contracts manager at Saint Delphina's to put us back on track with him."

I didn't say anything. Maybe Gale was only teasing me in some way, and I didn't know what to do without risking making her angry again. She let go of my hair and took a step back, then tugged at my waistband: "Pull these down and perhaps I'll read your fortune for you."

I played it as dumb as I dared to: "My fortune, Mistress?"

"Get them down, Slave!"

I hastily hooked my thumbs into the top of the panties and slipped them down as far as my stocking tops. "That'll do," Gale said. "Now turn around and face the table."

After I'd done that, she slapped me lightly on each cheek with her hand: "Who does this belong to, Slave? Who owns this piece of ass?"

"You do, Mistress," I answered instantly.

"Now there's a good little slave girl," Gale giggled. "But what can I do with it?" Now let's think."

She knelt down beside me and began to draw the panties down my legs, slipping them lower inch by inch. "Now just suppose I had a certain salesperson who made a bad mistake in dealing with a client? And supposing I knew the client's manager was a middle aged guy with a big gut and a bald head who still had the hots for any good looking girl who came his way? But with being past his use by date he doesn't get as much sex as he wants to nowadays. Are you following this story so far, Slave?"

"Yes," I told her, and that was no lie. I was listening hard to every word.

"Good. Now the customer's name is Rocco, and I sent Mr Rocco an e-mail with your photo attached to it. And I also told him that you were the one who needed to be punished for the mistake you'd made. I suggested that maybe he'd feel better about things if I arranged for him to give you some of that punishment himself."

Gale stopped talking as she slid my panties over my feet and threw them aside. Then her hands rubbed slowly up the insides of my legs. The touch of that slithering velvet set my teeth on edge again.

"Spread them," Gale ordered. "Wide open. As if you were going to have your ankles chained at the corners of the table."

One of her hands caught me by the neck like a pet rabbit and pushed my face up against the table. Then I was held in that position as the other set of gloved fingers ran around my butt. All my muscles twitched as if each of the fingers were full of static electricity.

"Yep, that's a nice pair of cheeks, babe," Gale chuckled. "Any saleslady that's stacked like you are should be making a fortune for herself. Forgot the young doctors and give the old ones a few tricks and you'll be farting through silk. All you need to do is to learn how to keep your mind on your work."

She sniggered again, then pushed one of her fingers right up my ass. Having the velvet jammed into me there was a totally weird experience, like being explored by a fur covered tentacle. "So what do you think, Slave? You think you can give Mr Rocco a good enough time to get things straightened out?"

"Yes, Mistress," I promised fervently. "I'll make sure he's happy."

"I hope for your sake you do, Slave. But that's tomorrow's problem. Your problem right now is making me happy. Hold still or you'll really be a sorry assed slut."

Even with all the evidence in front of my eyes it still came as a shock when she began securing my wrists to straps behind the table, so that my arms were stretched out horizontally from side to side and I wasn't able to move them at all. Then Gale took the end of a chain hanging from the ceiling, looped it around my neck and fastened it with a small padlock.

"A chain for a naughty bitch," was the only explanation she gave me. "Don't worry though, Philippa, it suits you, it really does. Even if you're wishing that your boy friend was here to jerk it for you."

She laughed at her own wit and then knelt down to fasten straps around the ankles of my boots. I wondered what she was planning to do with me. Whatever, I could only hope there wasn't going to be any major use of the cane. That had really hurt me and every time Gale's hand went anywhere near it my heart started pounding wildly.

Thankfully, the next thing she picked up was a another piece of chain, a shorter piece she locked around my belly with one end left dangling free. Then she slowly ran her hands over me again, as if I was a prize mare in a racing stables.

"Oh, yes, there's a whole lot guys who'd like to have a slave like you, Philippa. Especially if they could have you served up to them the way you are now." I could hear the anticipation in her voice.

"Imagine that, Philippa. A whole queue of sexy spunks right behind you and you hearing their voices but not able to see their faces. But I guess you'd soon get introduced to each of them, even if you couldn't shake hands."

She picked up the loose end of the chain around my waist and tugged at it, hard enough to make me gasp. "A cute little bitch on a chain -- a cute little hot bitch waiting for her punishment. Yeah, I think I can find a place for somebody like that in my customer contact plans."

The glove moved down my spine, then came to rest on my bottom. I was squeezed, again like something being valued for a price in the market. There was amusement in Gale's voice when she spoke again.

"Yes, a very nice piece of ass. And we know which piece the guys would be very interested in, don't we?"

I wasn't sure what to say.

"Don't we, Philippa?" she asked me again, sharply, apparently angry because I hadn't answered her. "Where would you be getting fucked?"

"Up my ass," I squealed.

"That's right. But since you don't seem too sure about what I'm talking about, maybe I'd better show you properly." I knew what she meant as soon as I head the cane whipping through the air again and I trembled with fear.

I was justified in being frightened. Bending over and getting caned was bad enough but being bound hand and foot and then getting a welting was terrifying. A terror which came from knowing that I was absolutely at Gale's mercy, just as I would be totally under the control of anybody else swinging the cane. Somebody like Mr Rocco. And I guess Gale didn't have any problem in following my thoughts.

"In case nobody ever spelt it out for you, Philippa, you're very fuckable indeed. Mr Rocco is going to enjoy himself with you."

I got the message but it was in between two strokes which were hard enough to make me squeal for mercy and to fill my ears with pounding blood.

"I think he's going to get a big thrill when you start off by getting down on your knees and licking his shoes. Yes, I think that should really get his attention. Followed up by a Harvey Wallbanger of a blow job, all the way down to the balls, babe."

"Yes, yes, I'll suck his cock all the way, Mistress! Anything you tell me to do!"

Gale flicked my bottom with the can again, a sting cut though not as sharp as the first two: "That sounds like the kind of client satisfaction program I want implemented," she chuckled. "Proactive and interactive at the same time. But marketing is all about presentation. So the question I need to ask myself is whether I should present you like this or maybe the other way around? Let's take a look and see how you are with everything up front."

She undid the ankle straps, loosened the wrist chains, turned me around with my back to the table and then hoisted my wrists up above my head before fastening the chain again. Then she knelt down and refastened the ankle straps.

Before I'd felt vulnerable and tremendously sexy by being chained up naked in front of Gale, but at least I'd been able to stare at the table top as I begged for mercy. Now there was nowhere to look but straight ahead as she began playing with me, pretending to stroke my forehead as she squeezed my tits.

"Imagine me leaving you like this for a bunch of guys to find," she teased me. "Wouldn't that be a great way to start a game of happy families?"

Those damned flesh-creeping gloves crept all over me again, before one of them slid down to begin rubbing my cunt lips with all of Gale's usual expertise.

"Tell the truth, Slave, have you been gang banged before? Tell me!'

Her eyes were boring into mine and she'd glimpsed the flash of uncertainty and perhaps shame which mine must have betrayed.

"Well, Philippa, have you got a confession you want to make? Some little secret you want to tell me about?" Her little finger hooked up and teased my clit, a powerful inducement to start talking.

"When I went to college I had a lot of trouble keeping up with the assignments -- they seemed to keep on getting more difficult all the time. So when it was time for exams I had to ask around for anybody who could spare the time to help coach me."

It wasn't something I wanted to do, to tell Gale this. But she would have found out sooner or later. "There was a guy called Steve. He was clever and he could explain things very well. He helped me a lot but he wanted some favors back."

Gale sniggered: "I just bet he did. But maybe it would be easier for you to tell the story if you were blindfolded. Like facing a firing squad."

That seemed a way out kind of comparison but there was nothing that Gale might want to do to me that I could stop her doing, and being blindfolded was nothing compared to that cane. Not even when she grabbed hold of my besoms in those awful velvet gloves and tossed them around like a juggler working out a new routine.

"Never mind all that whimpering," Gale said. "Keep talking and get it off your chest." Then she laughed at her own joke.

"We had a deal going. An hour and a half every night in the library with Steve helping me with my books. Then I would come to his room on Saturday afternoons. Steve shared his college room with a guy called Nick. They had an arrangement. Steve had the room for him and us on Saturdays, and Nick and his girlfriend had it on Sundays. But then Steve said to me that it was stupid to waste a day each weekend. He'd talked to Nick and they both thought it would be cool if all of us used the room whenever we wanted to."

From behind the black barrier across my eyes I heard Gale sniggering. "Tell me more, Slave." I shivered as her tongue gently circled my right nipple as if it was licking out an oyster shell.

"I had to do what Steve wanted, I needed his help. But I was sure that Nick's girlfriend wouldn't be there. I was wrong though, she was. She said her name was Jamil and maybe she was high on something, I didn't know, I was never into that scene. Maybe she was some kind of exhibitionist. Anyway she and Nick went straight into some pretty heavy foreplay on Nick's bed and then Steve made me get on his bed with him. It was all so weird."

"How so?" Gale asked.

"Because . . . well, because Nicky was only the third guy ever to see my bare boobs and he was looking at them while he was playing with Jamil's -- and Steve was playing with mine as well, and everybody was looking at everybody else and laughing. Except for me, I was so embarrassed I didn't know where to look."

"But Nicky had plenty to look at, hey? So what happened next? Or have you forgotten?"

Forgotten! That really was a joke: "Nicky and Steve were talking about whether Jamil and I had the best pair of tits. So Nicky suggested they should swap us for a little while, just to see what we handled like. That was what he said and Steve agreed! I tried to leave then but he said there'd be no more coaching for the exams if I didn't do it."

Gale was still laughing at my confession. Oddly enough, I thought I heard some other noise in the room as well but there was too much distraction from Gale's exploring fingers to think about it.

"Go on," she ordered.

"The next thing I couldn't believe. We were sitting on opposite beds being felt up by the other's boyfriend, and then the next thing I know is that Jamil is down on her knees and giving Steve a blow job! So then Nicky pushed me down onto the carpet and wanted me to do the same for him . . . I didn't want to. But then Steve stood up and came over and all three of them were holding my hair and making me open my mouth. And Jamil was grinning at me with her face next to mine, holding me at the back of my neck."

"So you sucked your boyfriend's cock with Nicky and Jamil watching you, you naughty little slut?"

"Yes, and then Jamil had another go with Steve. Then while I was doing Steve again Nicky got close and Jamil put his cock in her mouth. And then the boys wanted to swap over again and they told me I had to take a turn with Nicky. So I had to. He told me I was lucky that I guys like him and Steve to teach me all the things I needed to know to get through college."

There was something going on that I didn't understand for a second or so. Then I realized that Gale was squatting down astride one of my legs and rubbing her cunt up and down it like a randy dog.

"Like how to swallow their cum?" Gloria asked, still squirming against me.

"Yes."

"Did Steve let Nicky screw you?

"Yes. While he was having Jamil. They made us kneel side by side on one of the beds and did us doggy style. They changed around a lot. Jamil loved it: she kept making jokes about not knowing which boy was in her. She kept calling out: 'I love you, Nick or Steve, whatever.' She was laughing all the time."

Gale was laughing herself. But again, as I was talking, I seemed to be hearing other noises that weren't coming from her. Perhaps being blindfolded was confusing my sense of direction. It was hard to concentrate as Gale began to tease my clit again, making me squirm in my straps and grunt with pleasure. She still seemed interested in my confession.

"Did you get a double fucking, front and back together, Philippa?"

"No. The boys wanted to do it to both of us and Jamil let them have her like that, but that was where I drew the line. Nobody was going to do that to me, no matter what."

Gale's chin rubbed up and down my thigh as she increased the speed her fingers were working at and I nearly howled: "You've got a problem with getting ass fucked, have you, slave?"

I realized I'd made a mistake, admitted to a weakness, and I tried to backtrack: "No, not now. I've got no problem with it now . . .Oh God "

"Feeling sexy, are you, Philippa?"

"Yes, you know I am, Mistress . . . what's that?" This time I was certain I'd heard a suppressed chuckle, coming from over on my left.

Gale put her finger deeper into my slit and the material of the glove made me shudder again. "What's what, Philippa?"

"I heard somebody else," I said, "Somebody else in the room!"

"Now who else could be here, stupid? Do you think that I'd invite Mr Rocco to come here and wait in my apartment until you were all trussed up and hot to go? You don't think I'd do anything as mean as that, do you -- Slave? Why you'll be saying next that he came into the room after I blindfolded you and he's been standing here listening to your college adventures."

I felt as if she'd punched me in the stomach. Because it suddenly seemed exactly what Gale might have done. It was exactly what she might have done if that was what was required to get things right again with Rocco.

"But even if I did do something like that, and even if Mr Rocco had asked if he could bring a few of his buddies with him, I'd never have agreed to that. Because if I had done I'd be down on the floor here looking at half a dozen bare assed guys rubbing their cocks and so happy with themselves, you wouldn't believe. Especially after hearing you tell them all what a slut you are."

"No, Gale, you couldn't have," I protested in a futile attempt not to believe it.

"You call me Mistress, nothing else, or I'll use the cane on your tits to teach you some respect."

And that was something she was quite capable of doing, I knew that much for certain: "I'm sorry, Mistress, I'm sorry," I whined.

"Are you, Slave? Then would you like me to take the blindfold off you?"

"Yes."

"Sure, now? Maybe you won't want to see what's coming your way."

"Please, Mistress, take it off."

"OK."

"Oh, my God!"

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