After a couple runs, we moved to the little covered area on the beach and sat in the shade to discuss Amber's future, right after I told her to take h...r collar off."So," I began. "Now that all the restrictions are being lifted, who do you want to be?"I was surprised when, even though the collar was off, she got out of her chair and knelt in front of us. "Who I am is not important. You told me who I am is not dictated by the collar, that it was my decision, and whether I am Angela or Amber, all. But I know what you’ll like better.’ He said, pressing kisses on her brow, her nose, her lips, then gently nipping at her neck. Leaning over her, he licked at her nipple then blew softly on it. ‘So pretty. Now I’m going to suck that pretty nipple into my mouth. How do you want it baby, hard or soft?’ he rasped softly. ‘ I don’t care I just need to feel your mouth on me Conner.’ She moaned arching up, her nipple slightly grazing his mouth. Conner leaned down catching between his teeth worrying. I had a portfolio of the projects I had seen to completion; a glowing reference from Frank Channing, and my extensive CV, making me a shoo in for any executive job.Those bastards up on Mount Olympus must have been pissing their togas laughing.March 3rd, 2009. Central London.Blue Chip Executive Recruitment had a swanky office in Knightsbridge, so it was little wonder they charged an arm and a leg to register with them.I was shown into the office of 'my personal vocation attainer', which meant in. Then she saw him. It was one of the student helps that the museum had to help the staff with any thing from making Coffey to stand in for the custodians. This one was named John, she could remember, because he had helped her when she started working there last week. She relaxed a little.“Oh...it is you..” she said, smiling.“Yes...Bergman send me..said you probably could need a hand...”Amelie tensed again, while the young man removed his ear-plugs. Could her boss really be that kind of.