My body shook and my moans deepened as I came to the rhythm of passion. “That’s it. Cum, you beautiful little slut,” he said. He only called me...those things in the heat of the moment and I loved the way he said them. There was nothing negative about it. It was a good thing. I would be his little slut anytime he wanted me, too. He took his fingers from the inside of my wetness and slipped them into his mouth to taste my sweetness. “You are so delicious.” I stood then and went to work on his. The only claim to fame his father could provide was his son's push to be made in charge of the company.What was his first order of business when put in charge? Did he revolutionize the business, automate critical functions to save money, at least hire a new secretary? No. He spent five million having the entire top floor of the building ripped out and made into his own private office, complete with swimming pool, lounge, dance club, and private suite. The jerk even refused to allow board. Feeling more confident the second he reached the stage, hetried to become the female character he had written for Nelida in allways.Deciding to play the character straight, rather than the way herehearsed, Peter spoke in the most unisex voice he could muster betweenpuffs on his cigarette holder, surprising the performer playing his malecharacter counterpart. As Peter deadpanned a response to the actor'squestion, he stared at the audience and wondered if they realized thathe was not a. The call does not come. She exits the bathroom clad in a light dressing gown and goes to her bedroom, he moves and assumes his position by her door.Eventually she calls him to attend to her; he brushes her hair and helps her on with her lingerie, dress and shoes. She dismisses him, again with no more than a wave. He goes down and checks on the slow cooker before peeling and slicing the plantain and putting the slices into a bag of mixed spices to dust and absorb the flavours.He hears thumping.