Annette, I think her name is.”Sonja glanced over at the new boss. She was a young black woman with short, well-maintained hair. Dressed in a trim gr...y suit with a white button-up shirt underneath, she had a stern look on her face. She hadn’t even noticed Sonja, but somehow the young professional felt like she had already been disapproved of.“She’s dressed pretty straight.”“Yeah. The job you want, all that jazz. Still - I wish I had her tits.”Sonja threw her friend a glance. Ruby had a few. I had massive sexual thoughts and fantasies for her building in.She stayed alone. Lost her husband at a very young age. She ran a furniture shop in town. Had a son who stayed abroad.The story started in afternoon when she came and rang our bell. She wanted some help to shift a cupboard from one room to another in her flat. I went to her house. At that time neither did I have any expectations nor I had any feelings for her. But my mind was stuffed with fantasies and stories I have been reading. We both smiled at Martha's perceptive guess of where I would end up. Charlotte turned and pushed me back against the door and kissed me hungrily and at length, sliding her hands up under my hunting shirt, leaving claw marks on my chest and stomach."Lord, girl," I said holding her away. "I'm only going down there for a week or so. Jus' to feel out things and try to recruit some folks to find out what Arnold's up to. We hear tell there's a new British general coming down from New York, want to. It must have had a chain around it, because when we moved to a different room and stopped, after awhile it sounded like they bolted it to the wall, because I couldn't move very far. More metal braces were attached to certain spots, like my ankles, whose braces were bolted to the floor. Same thing goes for my wrists. All in all, the braces had bolted me to the floor in a doggy position."You wanna hump this bitch dog style?," John asked Aaron.Aaron didn't answer, he just thrust his cock up my.