.. a 1950's era happy housewife. Perfectly content to stay home and take care of her home and her man.One day I came home from the shop and Anna was t...ere to greet me as I had instructed her–kneeling on the front room floor with her back straight and her knees apart, head up and chest out. But I could tell this day was special... as she knelt there, she was shaking with excitement."Hello, my sweet wonderful Master! Oh, I am so very happy you are home!" she said, nearly busting out with excited. ‘Lock the door.’Obediently I comply, Major Morris is sitting on his swivel office chair and slowly turns round to face me.‘Have you stuck to my orders regarding no panties when you are in my apartment?’‘Of course Sir.’ I am confident this time as I know I am telling the truth.‘Remove your dress.’ I am so brazen, I feel I am in control for a change, I unzip the front of my dress allowing it to slide from my shoulders to the floor. I tilt my chin at him in defiance of my nakedness, my nipples. That case had been presented and filed this morning while I was preparing to visit the motel room. He'd filed in court and then within twenty minutes was on the phone with the company lawyers. They were excited to say the least.They were also in denial, of course, but he mentioned the sworn statements and suddenly the company had a whole different take on things. I knew from what my lawyer told me that Simone and lover, and any others involved were more than likely to be terminated from their. The feeling is intensely sensual. A warmth spreads over your skin and settles inside you. Your face is flushed. Each stroke is made lovingly, an exquisite experience repeated over and over.Before we started I took down your pants, just a little bit, before sitting you at the table. Just a little bit to expose enough of your skin to feel the coolness of the seat recede as it adjusts to the warmth of your body. A little bit to expose you to the texture of its surface.The brush rises to the top of.