I had picked up his favorite pastries and left a coffee on his desk. I put all his messages and his mail on his desk. He had left dictation on Friday ...hat I had typed out and left on his desk also.I went into the ladies’ room and fixed my make-up and hair. I made sure I was wearing an outfit that he liked. I picked out a business suit with a mini-skirt and heels. I looked better than presentable. I sprayed myself with perfume which I knew he liked.When I was done admiring myself, I went back to. He, in turn thrust intome. It was like a series of pistons, each in, then each out in reverse. His cock was so large, I wondered if it would split me in two and soon,the three of were moaning louder and louder, my please begging to befilled with cum and to be allowed to cum.Alex, too, got into the act. "Please," he whimpered, "can I fill yourpet with more of my sissy cummy?" What will you do for that privilege, slave?" Mistress asked."Anything!" Alex offered. I knew, inwardly, that was a bad. I assumed she was married and she had pictures of her kids and grandkids in her office. I was in my late twenties at the time and I didn't really pay much attention to any of the women there, other than to speak to them about their software. Most of the women there were kind of frumpy and no-one gave off any kind of sexual vibe, which was fine with me. I could do my work and go.All this changed one Friday in February, when I had to go there to do an upgrade to all the computers in the office.. I thought I heard you use the word 'betrothed' in relation to me. Quite amusing that I'd mishear you that way, eh?"Jeeves paused the merest second, then cleared his throat and said, "I am afraid you did not mishear me, sir." What? You must be mad, Jeeves. How on earth could I be betrothed? I bally well think a man would know something like that. You don't just go around saying a man is betrothed when he doesn't know to whom he is betrothed in the first place, do you?" Do you not recall a Miss.