." Jessica again groaned. "Or..." he said, "Be my personal assistant." She perked up a little. "What would I have to do?" "Just busy work, mostly. ...elp me make sure things run smoothly. It'd be better than your options, I believe. But.. you have to show me you want it." It was now she noticed the car slowing down. They were near her home on a back road, but still a few miles away. Jessica fidgeted in her seat. "How would I do that?" Mr Janes' stared forward as he put the car in park. "I. My cock was hard she lifted her skirt, removed her underwear and sat on my cock. She was tight and already wet. She started jumping up and down on it. As I was drunk, I just couldn’t come. She must have done it for like an hour she was totally tired she was sweating but kept on going. Then it was time for me to take charge. We closed the toilet lid; I made her bend over and inserted my hard wet cock in her ass. She couldn’t scream as we were in the plane but the tears in her eyes said it all. I. After twelve applications of a leather tawse she had not laughed any more. The memory of that swishing sound, followed immediately by searing agony was still too recent to allow her mind to dwell upon it at any length.Her second visit, following her disobedience in failing to stand still had been easier than either the first or the third. On that occasion she had been made to step into a small chamber which had then closed behind her, leaving her in a four feet square enclosure. The confinement. Perhaps eight or ten people were there from editorial; only he and Michelle were there from the SF department, which was actually the biggest single editorial department. Melissa Schaedler, another editor, had been missing when Dave had called on Wednesday, but had turned up uninjured not long afterward; she'd volunteered as a helper at an evacuation shelter and had just been too busy to think to call in. There were people from accounting, sales, shipping, and so on, mostly management level but.