I have a job out of it anyway." I made motion to start the Mini. As we passed by the entrance you could see right through the arch and the countryside...beyond. "Shit, I'll never know what it looked like originally."Jim sat next to me and he was grinning. Then he said, "How about the original builder's plans? Would they be of any help to you? Also there are some sketches of the building during construction."I stared at him. "Pucker up, Jim you're going to get kissed." Jim climbed out of the Mini. I pay him sixty grand a year to do nothing but be my goddamn driver, and the guy helps ’em tie me up, all because he’s got a thing for my fuckin’ secretary and she’s got him wrapped around her little finger. Yeah, it was Gina. My own fuckin’ secretary. How fucked up is that? She was there when I came to, all strapped down to this fuckin’ bed like some kind of a fuckin’ invalid, with this fuckin’ blowjob machine strapped to my fuckin’ dick. Turns out she liked the taste of my dick, but she. She bought several revealing sets of lingerie, bra and panty sets and even a scandalous (by Laura's standards) crocheted two piece bikini for acquiring a tan which she supplemented with twice a week sessions at a tanning salon.Physically Laura Branson had transformed herself from a somewhat dowdy, forty-seven year old into a voluptuous, very desirable woman who looked twenty years younger in face and body.She was devastated however, when, at last possessing a body she felt worthy of him, she. Your jeans. My bra. Your boxers. Finally, my panties join the heap of clothing on the floor. And there we are. Naked. Starving. Our gazes fixed upon one another. Desire fills the room as we stand there, gently letting our fingers roam the new territory before us. Your hands wander up my shoulders. My fingers sink into your ass cheeks. Your fingers glide along my collarbone. Mine slowly move up the small of your back. Your fingers rest along the back of my neck. Your thumbs run down my windpipe..