“The three ’A’s’? Sorry, I am not sure I know what they are,” her dad said.“The three 'A’s’ are, anytime, anywhere, anything. That mea...s that Jackie is going to agree to come to me anytime I call her, short of missing a class. She will come to me anywhere I am at and she will do anything I tell her to do. But, with that said, if she does agree to do as I request and either fails or does it poorly, I will punish her.”“I am not a believer in humiliation or beating her to the point she has to hide. I shared the pressures of my daily life,frustrations with my clients, the uncertainties of my job. Somehow it made it easier having someone else to tell. He became my sounding board for new ideas, a sponge absorbing my emotions, helping me back towards a sense of balance. He was my friend. We joked about meeting one day, about visiting art galleries in our wheelchairs, chaperoned by uniformed attendants who would push us where we wanted to go. I knew it wouldn’t happen. He was too far away.. The wave of his aftershave washed over her, the door closed shut and locked with the faintest click. The sound echoed through her head.“Well,” he walked around her to sit casually on the edge of his desk. “That's the workforce placated, at least, isn't it?”She nodded, still inarticulate and becoming less able to meet his eyes by the second.“Now there's just the small matter of how you apologise to me.”“Yes, Sir,” she croaked. “I am sorry, Sir. I am. I won't be late anymore, I...”His patronising. I ran my fingers through her silky auburn tresses. ‘Mmmmm . . .’ she replied, humming on my boner. ‘MMMMMMmmmmmmmm . . .’ Releasing my from her mouth, Hayden ran her lips up one side of my length and down the other, nibbling her way back to do lips-and-tongue things around the ridge of my helmet. ‘You do that so well . . .’ ‘I love cock,’ she said, holding it before her like a microphone, kissing the very tip of my cock with pursed lips. ‘You have a nice one, Sean.’ ‘Thank you, Hayden.’ Then.