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There are several big, comfy chairs near strip the fireplace and dozens of huge pillow-like chairs spread all over. There was an unbelievably great wifi signal, so I curled up with my phone and began to catch up with my social media stuff. It got dark around five and a little after that, an older woman in a white apron rang a loud bell and called out, “Supper’s ready.” We all gathered around the long table. Ms Pearson sat at one end and Ms Delia at the other. “For supper,” Ms Delia said, “I want you to sit across from your roommate.” She didn’t specify which side of the table to sit on, so everyone waited for Charlotte and I to sit down. Then all of Charlotte’s girls sat on her side and all of mine sat with me. I glared over at Charlotte and she glared back at me. There was a lot of glaring at each other over supper. While we were eating, several of the ranchhands were busy re-arranging the fireplace area. By the time we finished supper, all but two of the chairs had been moved up against the walls and twenty-two big, round pillow-chairs were in a circle around the fire. One chair, probably for Ms Pearson, was at the very top of the circle, and other, probably Ms Delia’s, was at the very bottom. There were eleven pillow-chairs on each side in the circle between the chairs. “We are going to tear down some walls tonight,” Ms Deliah said as the kitchen staff was removing plates and other dinnerware from the table. One of them came back and very carefully washed and dried the table. “To do that,” she continued, “you are going to have to allow yourself to be vulnerable... completely vulnerable... vulnerable to everyone here.” We all looked around wondering what she meant. Then she stood up and took off her jacket and placed it on the table. “Ms Pearson and I will also allow ourselves to be vulnerable for this exercise,” she said firmly. She continued taking off clothing until she stood nude at the end of the table. “I think you now know what is expected of you,” she said flatly. “Leave your clothing at your place babe on the table and take a seat in the circle.” She paused and added, “You may sit wherever you please except in the chairs.” I hurriedly undressed and scurried over so that I was sitting to the right of where Ms Pearson would be seated. Charlotte was only a few seconds behind me and claimed the cushion seat on the other side of the chair. A few minutes later, Ms Pearson– also nude– took her seat in the chair. A couple of the girls sat or stood at the table hesitating. “This is a requirement of your employment,” Ms Delia said. “It is mandatory.” She paused and then said in a much softer voice, “I can understand your reluctance. If you are unable to participate in this exercise, an equivalent position will be found for you in a different sector of Pearson Enterprises. No negative comments of any sort will be entered into your file and you will receive striptease positive performance recommendations for your new position.” Her voice turned harsh again as she said, “But Pearson Consulting is dysfunctional and unless we correct that, the company may need to asian be dissolved.” Three of the holdouts stood thinking for a moment, then they began placing their clothing on the table One girl remained motionless. “No matter how your slice it,” Ms Delia continued, “your job with Pearson Consulting is dependent upon this exercise being successful.” The girl gave a big sigh and placed her clothing on the table. I was glad to see that she was sitting on Charlotte’s side of the circle. After we were all seated in the circle, Ms Delia began, “This exercise is simple. Each of you is going to honestly and completely tell the whole room a secret that you would not want your worst enemy to find out.” She paused and said, “Ms Pearson will begin.” “Thank you Delia,” Ms Pearson said. Then she looked at everyone in the circle. “My secret, which some of you may have guessed, is that Ms Delia and I are lovers, and have been for almost twenty years.” Everyone was silent until Ms Delia said, “You may perky think that my secret would be the same as Ms Pearson’s, but it is not. “I am yours, my Lord.” If it were up to me, you three would quickly learn the hard way what real hard work feels like. I can`t believe I did that. That slaves who really had a talent and a true genetic predisposition for being a sex slave often times had such intense physical reactions to their master’s sperm. Her teenage titties were rising and falling with excitement. “Girls talk a lot, you know.” She glanced left and right, and then leaned in to whisper. Holy fuck fuck fuck!!” I pulled my tongue strip out of her ass. “Because you thought I was a woman, and here I stand before you with a boner instead of a pussy,” asian she said. I gave her a friendly scowl, as I handed the girls the menus. Though he was reluctant to except when I returned the offer with all of my striptease bitches. Last night I more than imposed on both of you and acted like some silly teenaged girl in love. I felt her ass clamp perky around my cock. My pussy dominated my body, it convulsed in throbbing waves, my brain driving my hand, like a piston, in and out of me. I heard myself screeching, I knew it was too loud, but I just couldn’t control it. I had shortened the skirt to Jon’s ‘approved’ length and I got a look of disapproval from the Manager but she didn’t say anything. "Do you have any problem with last night ?" She asked. In truth I had not decided yet if I should do this or was just teasing her. 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