"I think a coffee will help wake me up. Go fix me one, and when you get back I'll give you a little reward." She suggested."You-you want a coffee?" Do...'t act stupid, slut. Get up, go fix me a coffee, and then bring it back here to me." Yes mistress." I managed, and I was doing it. I scurried by her and made my way out of the outer office and down the hall to the coffee station.Not quite believing I was really doing it, fetching coffee for my secretary as if I was her secretary, I made it ready. If you were there it would be like you were putting your stamp of approval on it." You would expect me to approve of you fucking other men?" Not "other" men honey, just one. Just to see what it would be like." It doesn't sound like you are talking fantasy now. It sounds like you really want to do it."She looked away from me and didn't say anything so I let the subject drop. But not talking about it and not thinking about it are two very different breed of cat. I could not get it out of my mind. Evans, what cha doin?"Audrey shuddered at the sound coming from the top of the fence. It was Kevin--the neighborhood menace. And he couldn't have come at a worse time."I'm masturbating, Kevin. What does it look like I am doing? Go away. Don't you have school today?" Nah. The teachers are having a teacher's conference today and we all got a day off."Audrey gritted her teeth and tried to keep her patience as she heard the little brat climb down from the fence and into her back yard. He had always. Wine is my weakness.” “Thigh-high dresses, and stilettos are my down-fall,” I responded back jokingly, before adding as an afterthought, “ but I won’t hold that against you.” Betty tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. She readjusted her skirt and walked a few additional steps up her driveway. She stopped and looked over at me. “Are you serious about the wine?” “Sure,” I responded. “Well, if you bring over a bottle,” Betty responded, “I will be glad to share my pot roast.” “Sure..