I spent most of the week with two of my best friends, Jon and Chloe, even though there were 12 of us altogether.We would go out to the bars every nigh..., have some drinks, and generally have a good time.However, it was this first night that i really noticed Jon and Chloe hitting it off together. Jon was always in with the girls, he'd had two long term girlfriends, who he raved about having sex with ALL the time to me. I wasn't so lucky. Many girls found me attractive, but it just hadn't happened. No matter how loud.The key turned, and he pushed me inside. I set the manilla folder on the counter and turned to him. He had his back to me, locking the door.“My bedroom,” He stated.I hesitated.“Now!”I jumped slightly, but turned and ran into his big bedroom. I was wearing jeans and a tank-top, with a white, short sleeved button up blouse.I stood by the window.In a second, DeAndre was in the doorway.Almost frantic, I looked around the room. The only escape was the doorway which my 6'3” boss. Ill be there in an hour I said hanging up the phone. What could possibly be going on that he was so worked up about, and that he had to call me at 8:00 in the morning? After showering, I got dressed and hopped in my car to drive to his house. As I walked in his house (he gave me a key b/c I was over there so often) he was sitting silently on the couch in his living room. His wife wasnt home. Babe whats going on? I said sitting next to him. He sat there with his head buried in his hands. . I was exhausted, My muscles were so tight you could bounce quarters off my stomach. I had broken into a light sweat, and had a little trouble getting up off my knees."You did well once you got started, maybe I won't send you home yet," she laughed.I really didn't have much to say, I figured less is more, and I wasn't much good at small talk anyway. It seemed to be the right thing. She took off the handcuffs and told me to take off my shirt. Once my shirt was off, she handed me a set of leather.