What is it?" I don't have Mr. Pierce's number. How am I supposed to call his officeif I don't have his phone number?"Pointing to my desk I mumbled, "P...rse."When she went to grab my purse off my desk I sat up brushing my hairback out of my face.Then I sat there and pulled out my Address book. Flipping through Ifound the page I needed.Home phone and personal office phone. And there was a number for thelocal office that served the School.I gave her the number to his personal office, "Sorry I. ‘Or is it me drooling over you?’ ‘Both maybe,’ She walked to the bed and settled in the crook of his arm, resting her head against his chest. She inhaled his scent deeply and exhaled slowly. She loved how he smelled, both when he had and hadn’t taken a shower recently. ‘This is nice, we haven’t had much chance to do it lately…’ ‘It’s not too late to sell the company and move to that desert island, and then we could do this all the time.’ She let her fingers move over his chest. ‘Dev, would you. Hang tight, I've got some champagne."Joan went into the back as Helen and I turned to face each other."Wow," I exclaimed. "I figured we'd make our money back, but I never thought we'd do this good." You and me both," Helen said.She looked at me for a second, then took my hands in hers, pulling me towards her. My abdomen pressed against hers. I could feel the gentle slope of her pubic mound against my penis, which began to rise to the occasion."What's that," Helen asked with a sly smile, pushing. Pleasedon't wear my clothes unless I instruct you to, keep out of my way andfrom now on you will address me as "Mistress" is that clear" it wasn't aquestion. So it began.Sometime later that day she said "It wasn't completely out of the blueyou know. I did notice my knickers were getting a bit large and stuffneeded washing when I hadn't worn it. I set the history on your browserand you didn't realise, so I know what you have been doing on the net.What I would like though, is for you to write.