I will do anything you say. Please? Please?"Usually these pathetic wimps couldn't even complete the first simpletask. A task like sending me a photo o... them in panties at work. Theyhad every excuse in the book. They couldn't get alone to take the pic.They used a company phone that could be monitored. They didn't wearpanties to work because they were afraid someone would see them. Or,even worse, they would lie and send an old picture of them in panties.Usually with a giveaway in the background. Everything was neatly put away, nothing just lying around.The kitchen was a different story, a small table in the corner with only three chairs around it. There were dishes on the table and in the sink. Most of the stuff was spoiled in the refrigerator. The living room had one large chair and a love seat in front of the TV.Dedanna's bedroom was just a little smaller than Lara's. She had a twin daybed style bed against the wall under the window. There were three drawers under it the left had. He tossed the garments inside, then slammed the door and turned toward the frightened young woman.“I told you that you didn’t have a fu-Cking choice,” he said as he walked back behind his desk and sat down. “If you don’t do everything I and Miss Amanna say, we’re going to call the newspapers and the police. And right now, I’ll kick you out of here with your t!ts hanging out for all the rest of the secretaries to see, then I’ll tell everybody that you were stripping and begging to sU-Ck my. Just as the lap top was firing up my cell phone gave me the familiar double buzz indicating an incoming text. It was from my friend Don, a guy I have seen for over three years now and it simply inquired “You home?” That loaded two word message brought to mind my relationship with a couple of very nice, masculine straight men that I have seen for years and how our understandings have worked out and worked our for our mutual benefit. Don is a couple of years older than me, a South Boston k** who.