How warm, wet, sweet washis saliva. I drank the liquor of his mouth with abandon.My hand played around his hip until I felt his hand directing me to h...s softwarm buttock. He lifted the cheek to give me better access and my handfondled the warm, firm, and soft flesh of his bottom. He moaned and kissedme more passionately. My hard-on was no secret. It pressed achingly againsthis leg. His hips were moving back and forth, guaranteeing that my handmassaged his ass, rubbing lustfully against my. I was determined to go, even if it was all on my own.I had an employee at that time who was in charge of my front counter staff. Her name was Stacy. She was a vibrant young lady about 5 years younger than I and pretty well drop dead gorgeous. She was about 5'6", athletic, long brown hair and the bluest almond shaped eyes I had ever scene. She was a sight to behold in a bathing suit as I had once witnessed at staff party I held at a local lake. My wife was never really a fan of this girl. . In my novel I also strove to avoid the clichés I have seen in some other FemDom literature, for example, at no point did Cecilia try to feminize Jason, turn him into a child, or cut him off from the outside world. Cecilia started out as a dominant character, but unlike Ruth Burnside, she was never a typical dominatrix. Instead she was driven by the intense fear, imbedded in her during her childhood, a phobia of losing control over her life. As the novel progressed, I further explored Cecilia's. " How could I tell. He treats me like a business partner." Did I ever mention that whenever someone turns him on, he drops by here and fucks the living hell out of me. That's bad enough. Then twice a week or more, the head of the school board calls for a DATE. At least with him I get a free meal. The kid doesn't spend a dime on me. I wish that you could at least take some of the hornyness out of Mark before he gets to me." I'm sorry Debra. I wish I could help. With me he's strictly business. I.