It felt so wonderful!"Does it hurt?" he asked, suddenly concerned. My hands wrapped aroundhis neck, and my legs around his waist."No," I reassured him... "It feels perfect." I pulled him closer andkissed him, the affection for this person as clear as anything I hadever felt. He pressed into me again and I moaned into his mouth, ourhumming a wonderful chorus of lovemaking and blissful ignorance of theoutside world.We lost track of the time, and I lost track of the number of orgasms hegave me that. Finally undoing them enough for me to jump out at you. Reaching back you kill the lights, and have me sit on the copier. My balls resting on the glass as I feel your hair falling around me on the tops of my thighs. I can feel your breath so close to me, I beg you to please me. I’ve taken care of you so many times. Can I please have one for me? You give in and gently let your lips slide over my head and down my shaft. Your nose touching my tummy as I reach the back of your throat. O, you’re so. My fantasy had become very real, and somehow grew bigger than I couldhave imagined. The rest of the weekend went the same way, and all Icould do was wait for my meeting with Rick to find out exactly what wasgoing on.Monday morningI got in early and tried to act busy, as I stared at the clock and waitedfor my meeting with Rick at 9. Just the fact that Vickie obeyed him anddidn't tell me, her husband, about the weekend made me anxious, angry,and jealous. How could he have such control over. “What did you bring me? Something new and delicious?”“I’m guessing the same as always.” Which I then proved by opening the boxes and finding one of each of the usual breakfast/lunch combos... “You can have first pick of either the scrambled eggs or the oatmeal.”“You hunted and gathered, I insist you pick first.”“But you are my honored guest, so I insist it is your choice.” There was no way I was going to pick before her.“Fine, I’ll pick the oatmeal, but we can share the food between us”“Well,.