Thinking on it he couldn’t ever remember a time he had referred to Renee as his secretary. She was always just Renee.“Well, are you going to answe... me?”“No, I don’t believe I’ve ever called her that. I-I really like her a lot.”“Did I just hear correctly? You like her?” Her voice rose with incredulity.“Yes Mistress M.” He raised his own voice in response. He heard Her walking back toward him until She was in front of him. She pointed to a raised platform over to the right. “Get on top of it,. So she's holding a salad plate in each hand says, "oops, oh my god, can you help me?" She's looking down at the drops of dressing that are clinging to her black nylons and then back at me with that mischievous smile. Of course I was there in a flash and got down on a knee to wipe it off but in my haste I left a rag behind at the sink. I kind of looked around for a second and looked up at her. She was just peering down at me over those big fucking tits and smiling. Her perfume was filling. I madea mental note to think about that more later.I made my way back and went to see if I could find Davis before I left.He was sat behind his desk in his office where I usually found him when Iwas here."Where have you been? Have you been with Bloom the whole time?" he asked,seemingly a little worried."I'll tell you later. I don't think we have time to get into it now," Ireplied. "Apparently I have to go and be on TV"He smiled. I always felt better when he did. He was like the ultimatepositive. "Take it out, take it out!" But you were enjoying it so much before," overrode Emilee.Memories of herself, orgasming over and over in a room full of people, flashed through Renee's head, and she cut off a sob."Please," she implored. "Please, m-ma'am." She could feel the thing, now that she had noticed, an unbearable testament to her earlier actions.Emilee laughed and bent down, eye level."And why would I do such a thing? Didn't you enjoy being a slut?"Yes, she thought despairingly. She had,.