<strong>Penny Lee Macnamara  Entering the front lobby behind Chris Cassidy.</strong><br/><br/>In truth Penny was squirming. Her punishment for getting into trouble<em>again</em>had lasted far too long. What she really wanted was a nice fat dildo, an even fatter strap-on, a nice pencil thin probe and a big solid ball gag. But she was quite sure her Mistress had something else in mind.<br/><br/>She followed Miss Cassidy into the lobby. Cassidy had no need of such crude accoutrements as collars and leashes, although she did occasionally employ them. Penny knew to whom she belonged and was happy to be that way.The first thing<em>Penny</em>noticed was the girl kneeling behind the desk. She would never be able adequately to explain how she saw her, because she was completely hidden from view by the wooden desk front. Perhaps she caught a fleeting glimpse of the woman just as she knelt? But suddenly she giggled uncontrollably and inexplicably, and whispered in her mistress' ear<em>"He's getting a blow-job!"</em>