.would you like a coffee I was going to some baking ..Coffee would be great . Maureen sits down in a chair putting her briefcase on the occasional tab...e removing a questionnaire a clipboard and her pen. Filling out some bits on the title page . Her head down she doesn't notice Rhianna study her unwashed hair , her caked on make up, her large cleavage in a push up bra, and the tight fit of her pants .Do you have milk and sugar asked RhiannaMilk Rhianna goes to get out the ingredients pauses.." I. Chafing burned at her wrists strapped overhead, the sensation returning like a foggy memory, but her fingers and toes still felt numb. She hung from her wrists, feet barely able to support her weight, shoulders throbbing. Delicioso! A sense of loss clouded the delicious pain. She did not want the coming change, didnt want to lose what they had together. Cool air chilled the sheen of sweat covering her naked body as the wave of hot pleasure faded. The coolness seemed odd because she recalled. I got “J’s” left shoe and sock off and wiggled my fingers between those delicious toes. This went on for what seemed a long time, but was only about five minutes. “Orange!” “J” finally conceded.We giggled and panted, entwined in one fashion or another with each other. “M’s” face rested against “J’s” chest; my cheek pressed against “J’s” knee.“What are we gonna do?” “J” nearly cried and everyone immediately understood. Our mutual desire filled the room, almost suffocating us with it’s. She would always strut about as if she were some kind of a superior being.Irrespective of her arrogance, I was happy to work with her on this event.When it comes to people like her, my experience had taught me that only when we do our work diligently, can we get closest to them.I was excelling at every task assigned to me and this started bringing me closer to her. Her trust in me increased, so I was slowly making my way into her inner circle.In a few weeks, I was invited to her flat, along.