Dark hair cut to frame her face. Small, swimmer's body. She had a six-pack (she showed me). Deep brown eyes. It was hard to see her as a girl because...of the gender-neutral hats, t-shirts and khaki pants we had to wear at the restaurant I managed. It was also hard to see her as a girl because she was my eighteen-year old employee, and although I was no old man at 22, I still had my standards. No favoritism, no harassing the female employees, hands off, all business. I think that's why she liked. It is full of normal women, just like you. In fact this is the reason why I try to check it. I want to see if there is a woman that looks like you a bit. I don't care about models. I like REAL women, not the results of medical surgeries!" I said laughing "So...did you manage to....umm....find anyone?" "OK I can show you if you are interested....."I said and I started to show her different women, making comments about them and their bodies, comparing them to her. My mom got. I somehow managed to straighten myself up."Thank you," I said to the blonde and curtsied."Thank you," I said to the dark haired man behind and curtsied to him.Mistress then said: "Alright you little slut pull up your panties - youwant to cover up especially that little thing you have there". Shepointed to my penis.I curtsied: "Thank you mistress. That is my clitty mistress."She smiled. I was saying everything that she expected and she waslapping it all up - although not like I had just been. V. not really paying any attention to it you think about what is going to happen and are anxious to get out of here. Robert finishes off the bottle, and chucks it onto the floor. You place him on the ground and look at your watch. “Great 45 mins to go, better take a shower,” you mumble to yourself, “now Robert be good.” You get up, and head towards the bathroom. You turn on the shower head and start to peel off your clothes. You start to shampoo your head and you think of how her body was so.