That simple routine seemed to help, at least until noon, when he could turn over the CLOSED FOR LUNCH sign.For a man working in a profession where men...would not walk across the room if a horse were available to ride, he was accustomed to spending his time in a vehicle or on the back of a horse. Timothy, unable to have a horse in town, had discovered walking would satisfy his need for fresh air, open spaces and stretching room. For lunch, he usually left the store for an hour. If he had no. Cupping them in his hand, he squeezes, making you let out a slight moan. Fingers run over the tips of your nipples, before he slides his hands down to your hips. He slides one hand up and grips your chin, turning your head to the side as he buries his face in your neck. He takes a deep breath, in and then out, while running his free hand up your back until it’s resting against the back of your neck. Right at your spot… where the shoulder, meets your spine. You can’t contain the shudder. At the time, I worked at a cheap food chain that mostly acts as a cover for a black market trading company. One day, one of our regular secret salesman starts asking us if we want to make a lot of money. Most of us had the sense to say no, but I asked for some more info, and he says I’ll make 3k just for going and I might not have to do anything after that.So, I went, and most of the room is asked to leave, with only a handful of us getting accepted into this clinical trial that they assure us. When Ithought about that, it led naturally to the fact that Luke's equipmentwas larger than not only mine, but most others' too.As I stood there, feeling utterly humiliated, the scent of steak reachedmy nostrils. Then came coffee. Next was eggs. And finally, toast. Mymouth was watering. I recriminated myself for earning punishments butknew that if I hadn't given them those excuses to discipline me, theywould have found others. I had to listen to Tyra serving him his foodand cooing over.