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Biggs Poke Her Game Part II  

sensualpassion72 59M/51F
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7/21/2017 9:34 am
Biggs Poke Her Game Part II

There was a familiar knock of a knuckle on the closed office door. "Come in Nicholas. " Ms. Tress said looking up to observe a perspiring Nicholas enter the office. She again found herself somewhat dumbfounded by his appearance and state. "Yet another OFF thing today. " she thought to herself. He was always perfectly groomed, he was clearly disheveled. He was immediately aware she noticed and excused himself after setting her iced chai tea down on her desk. He even attempted straightening himself as he left the office again closing the door behind him. "Would you like anything? " Ms. Tress asked Mr. Blackhorse laughing. It was her way of apologizing for his lack of asking if he'd like anything.

"You're working to hard. " Mr. Blackhorse said. He continued, "You probably don't even him enough." Ms. Tress smiled, "What Nicholas wants, you couldn't offer him Poe. " Mr. Blackhorse smiled as he got up from his chair. "It's Poe now, huh? are on a first name basis now, Tress?" he said coming to her side. She still sat at her desk, focusing on the work she was doing on the computer. He didn't even care what she was doing. He just stood there, his cock just throbbing at attention. It just seemed to point directly at Tress and her divine waters. She just completely ignored him as usual.

"So!" Mr. Blackhorse continued, "You should really think of making it legal or you'll loose yet another favorite submissive of yours. " Ms. Tress leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, looking up as Mr. Blackhorse leaned down to pull a piece of paper from a folder. Ms.Tress noticed several photos in the folder as well. Photos of her slave ran away and this time, did not return. He handed her the paper. It was a copy of a legal document of ownership. Her slave was now: "Slave 0" and legally belonged to another. "You now understand why his return to your possession will cost extra, Tress. It will be theft. Laws, would be broken. " Mr. Blackhorse said, "Mind you, it will still be an easy task on my part. He still likes crossing the lines and tasting freedom. There is just a greater risk on my part. "

Ms.Tress just couldn't take her eyes off the papers. Mr. Blackhorse's words echoed within her regarding making ownership of Nicholas, legal. She felt sick to her stomach. She was trying to write off her emotions. She sure didn't understand them or what feelings belonged to what situation. She was trying to figure out what rattled her so much. Poe was distracting though. "Her world definitely felt off, " she thought.

He handed her the folder, but she just returned it to it's place. He said his sources said it was the slaves wishes to be owned by her. Ms.Tress tried to convince herself was only after some tremendous torture. He couldn't of done so voluntarily! He just couldn't. Yet it resonated. "The slave clearly wasn't happy with her. " She then thought of Nicholas and the breadcrumbs so to say she fed him. She loved how when she gave him breadcrumbs he just puddled. She loved his spirited ways, when he'd pout over wanting more time with her. His tantrums. Yet -- this meant he wasn't happy. She knew it. Oh how she just wanted to be alone right now. She wanted Mr. Blackhorse to leave. "Your services are not needed. " Ms.Tress said setting the paper on top of the folder. "I'll you the reward for this information. Now if you don't mind, I have work to do."

Mr. Blackhorse just stood there looking at her. He never seen her like this. He was wondering if it was this Slave. "Would you mind if I responded to some emails?" he said motioning to Biggs desk. "Not at all. " She got up and walked over entering the necessary passwords to grant him access and then returned to her desk.
He didn't have emails to respond to. He brought up his email and made it look as though he was reading, he somewhat was reading. It took him quite sometime to actually read though. He was distracted by Tress. She was upset. It made him upset. All their previous moments together were replaying all at once in an instant. All those moments led him to sit -- where he was sitting now; in his feelings - for her.

He had done business with them. It never really amounted to more than business. is, until the day he happened to be in the right place the right time. Biggs was having one of his poker games and Poe had come down into the basement to have an invoice signed so he could be . Ms.Tress had come downstairs shortly after, with a cigar she was just puffing away. Biggs stopped and asked her just what she thought she was doing. Biggs had always made it clear: MEN ONLY. She whispered in his ear she was wearing a cock. He just gave her a look, she took a kiss and went upstairs.

Biggs had invited Mr. Blackhorse to stay. He accepted since he had no other plans. Later in the evening Biggs was losing. One of the other players suggested he put his wife in the pot. Biggs loved the idea of it. He ended up losing night. Mr. Blackhorse thought he did so on purpose. Poe had long since folded and hadn't taken part in wagering for sexual favors from Ms. Tress. He just surprised himself the end when he found himself offering double the amount in the pot for what he wanted. He just wasn't sure if he was asking because he wanted . Well, he of course -- wanted !! Ms. Tress has this way to boil a man's -- everything. He just was more convinced he did it to see if Biggs refused. Biggs agreed. So Poe tore up the invoice he previously had Biggs sign.

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