Andrea nodded, not really listening to his rant, as she hadtaught herself to tune him out unless he was giving herinstructions on the show. He took a ...ip of the expensivebottled water that stocked the refrigerator in his office.He sighed, "What is the topic on today's show, Andrea? Ihope to Christ it isn't housewife makeovers or amazingsurvival stories again." Andrea told him it was domineeringhusbands. Deacon flew into a rage, "Goddamn it! Everyfucking week we do that topic! Next week, I want. She was the best part of his day... or night, rather. She was what kept him from quitting, she was what kept him sane, and she was completely his. The clock finally read 11:30.He drove home happily. He knew she'd be waiting for him asleep, under the covers of their bed. She would have one of her outfits on under the covers, and when he pulled them back slowly, she would wake up and start to play the role of whatever she was dressed as. He tried to guess what she would have on tonight. Would it. ?As you can see, I havecaught myself fantasizing for sometime over how she needed to be punished likethis often imagined troublesome pigtailed girl. But continuing on, Istarted my diligent inquires one evening after office hours, going over theparticular errant accounts and some corporate investment portfolios. Some otherless tedious endeavors that seemed more fruitful and enlightening, were spentresearching Miss Johnson's past and more insignificant juvenile misdeeds. Anintriguing note was the. Suckling and biting them he pounded into me. Nibbling at my neck and ear he stopped pumping completely. Taking a very deep breathe, like making up his mind, he bit down and thrusted hard into me. My thighs and my pussy constricted around him tightly, I felt his constriction as well as we came. I gasped and he moaned at the throbbing and the spasms as he pounded me hard not stopping. Quivering both inside and out I clung to him and kissed his mouth full. Intertwined we lay there spent, his cock.