Jim hadn’t sat down yet, so I walked him to outside the theatre.“As good a director as you are, you are equally a stupid son of a bitch, James Sim...son. To embarrass your own daughter like that, escapes me!”He just looked at me; he appeared to be on the brink of crying.I saw a taxi and whistled for it.I told him where to take him; I’d been to his home for a couple of cast parties. That’s when I first found out he was a loud drunk.I went back inside and sent everyone home, except Darlene and. Or would you like to take some annual vacation time?" Peggy heard it now. She could hear the amusement in his voice.Sam wasn't a bit dismayed one of his people wasn't going to the training. She could picture him chuckling quietly to himself at her misfortune. It enraged her even more than she already was.In his office on the fourth floor of the downtown office building, Sam Macmillan was indeed smiling into space. He was more than a little pleased Peggy Whitely wasn't going on the trip. Peggy. He groaned and grabbed my head as I sucked him. He started thrusting his hips to fuck my mouth. I giggled a little bit, happy I was giving him good head anyway. I pulled back and smiled at him when I started to taste his pre-cum. He took the message and peeled off his shirt. He laid me back on the bed with my legs hanging over the side. He got next to me and kissed me hard on the lips. He the kissed down my neck and sucked on my swollen tits for a long time. He told me later that he was hoping. I'll admit his power is a large part of the draw. But I also know that when he calls to tell me to wear the stockings, heels and not much else to a meeting, that I wield all the power.My mind jolts to the last time we were together. Me, stood on the desk, while he sat behind it in the plush leather chair, my fingers buried in my snatch for his hungry stare. Wetness drizzling to splash on the desk's baize inset as I panted above him. I loved the way he just sat there, again in his shirt and tie,.