.unconventional methods. Which is it to be Rose? You have my permission to speak so long as what you say answers the question. I will give you a few m...nutes to make your decision' I watched as he moved towards the door, locking it behind him. I tested the handcuffs pulling at my wrists, thinking about it. It was seriously wrong. He could lose his job over this. Strangely that worried me more than the position I was in. I should have been angry, hurt, afraid of the advantage he had over me. But. Then, he looked at me with a foxlike expression. "Would you like one of your own?" "I would hate to waste it," I told him. "Would you share yours?" "It would be a pleasure." Every time I wet my lips on the glass, he took a swallow. By the time dinner was served, he had finished his tumbler and poured himself another. He walked me to the dining room table when dinner was ready and put a hand on my hair when I sat down. I thought of the games I had seen during some of the evenings father and I. Abigale came to herand said she had a special job for her in Room 127."You are to obey the gentlemen in room 127 Missy. Do whatever he tellsyou to do and do a good job if you know what's good for you." Yes Ms. Abigail, Ma'am. But what is it he wants me to do?" Never mind that Missy he will tell you what needs to be done but makesure he is well satisfied with your work before you leave and oh yes youwill only have one hour then I want you back here to finish this room,do you understand?" Yes Ms.. I stayed at their house in a guest room, and the next morning when they got up and he was in the shower, I motioned for the wife to come to my room. We fucked again for a short time, just not wanting her husband to know. I let go in her that one last time and then got ready to leave myself. She gave me a big hug in the driveway and profusely thanked me. It was so different and amazing to have a woman so grateful that you filled her with your sperm. I left very content and very empty of all.