”“Dessert, Mr. Grant?” Mary had made chocolate pudding, cooked. She’d finished clearing the table as he’d taken anchor.“No.”He’d only ...een in her bedroom once before; to rally Ted as his wedding grew imminent.He caught sight of her as she slid out the bathroom door, the light catching her in a direct flash. She was naked, white and gleaming, then just a shadow as Mary cut the light. She crossed quickly to the bedside and slid beneath the sheets and quilts.“Hurry, Mr. Grant.”“Mary.”“Yes.”She. " you moan.My hands travel from your shoulders to your collarbone… going lower… grabbing your breasts from behind. They feel so good in my hands, a perfect fit."Can you still stand it, not touching me?" I teasingly ask. I move to your side and swing one leg over you lap, so that I'm straddling you. Your arms are still behind the chair. But I notice that you are struggling. I can see the hunger in your eyes. My tongue slips out to wet my lips, your eyes follow the movement. I start kissing you. Okay, slave?" Yes, Princess," I answered."And your name is 'slave'. Even in public, your name is now 'slave'. Because even if people think it's weird or get offended, it doesn't matter. I decided I don't care what people think. You're my slave, I'm your Princess, so you'll call me that. But in public, you'll call Jackie just 'Jackie' because she's not going to be doing this forever and she doesn't want people to know that you're her slave too, for now, okay?" Yes, Princess," I nodded."So,. ‘In Washington, the government announced another security breach involving hacked computers.’ On the blue screen, a harried bureaucratic spokesman stood at a press conference podium and answered a pool reporter’s shouted question by stating: ‘Yes, we were simply caught with our pants down.’ The image paused in still shot. Paula gave a sly grin. ‘Well, I’m not wearing pants but what am I offered to get caught with my skirt down?’ Not anticipating a protest from her unseen audience, Paula.