He was dressed in khaki slacks, a light blue dress shirt, a blue blazer, and penny loafers. His fathers old cashmere topcoat didn’t quite go with th... ensemble, nor did the fedora by the door.With the battered face, broken nose, and the scars, he didn’t look jolly. He was a nice guy, he thought, but god help people who awoke his temper. He could be endlessly generous, or a towering inferno of rage. He had a sense of humor, but it was dry and a bit sarcastic. His sun-bleached blonde hair was a. " She loosened my hands from the bed head andlet the slings down so that my legs were once more on the bed. But sheleft the vibrating object in my derriere. She slapped my thigh. "Getup, my Precious," and I dutifully slid my now free legs from the bedand stood before her, eyes lowered and my hands covering my organ. Sheslapped my arm. "Hands at your sides at all times, my dear, if youdon't mind," she snapped. I stood before her, displaying my newbreasts and my male organ, ashamed to be. I looked sultry. He came to stand in between my thighs.“What am I going to do with you Ms. Martin?”“Give me what you promised sir??”“The fucking ride of your life?”“Ha ha no……an executive position in this office. Respect, money and power, everything I could get outside of this office on my own.”“My have we gotten cocky all of a sudden. Respect? What makes you think I should give a piece of pussy like you respect?”“Because you fucking love me, and you’re addicted to that pussy.”“Well…..”He. I turned her offer down but she forced me saying ” Don’t try being like a hero”. So now both of us were covered underneath the blanket, when a romance scene had started on the screen.Now the kids were laughing while it was embarrassing for myself, but under the blanket was a very different setting. It was really hot. I watched Madhu was blushing a little with rosy cheeks, her eyes fixated on the screen while her hand touching my left inner thigh just an inch away from the tip of my manhood. The.