"Hi, you must be Barb. I'm Amy, Mr. Darrien's secretary. Welcome to his home. Hope you found the drive enjoyable. If you will come with me." With that...she turned and lead the way through the front door. The interior of the home was like and English Castle. Rich, warm, elegant, and the smell of money. It was slowly dawning on Barb what she was getting into. Her daydreaming was interrupted by Amy. "Come with me and we'll get started with lunch and then off to the spa. Barb's day so far had. Tomorrow was another day I thought as I closed my eyes and entered dreamland.And, I did dream. I dreamt of having a slew of nude women at my command. I was their master. They would do any degrading act that I asked of them. In my dream I wielded a short whip and did not hesitate to strike the women on their bottoms, thighs or backs. I even whipped their bare pussies. Oh yes, they all had shaven cunts, their slits exposed to whatever depraved act I chose subject them to.I woke in the middle of. ..There's no way a five-foot beauty like Jen is going to look like the epitome of a commercial pilot, but Charlie had contrived a dark-green trouser-suit over a white blouse, with a matching peaked hat and black flat shoes that almost achieved that. In fact, as we walked into the FBO, I'd have sworn she'd grown six inches, her presence was so impressive. She took the lead completely; when the FBO manager glanced at me as if to question Jen's authority, I just stared back. It was his eyes that. We began throwing jabs again, my three to his one. Mine were getting through to his face, his were hitting air. Half way through the round, I decided to end it. There was nothing he could do to hurt me and I saw little to gain in causing him any more pain than necessary. I forced him to the ropes with a series of light jabs. When I had him on the ropes I leaned into him and began throwing hooks to his body, not hard enough to take him out, but hard enough to make sure he knew who the boss was..