"Sure," I replied, more intrigued by the hideout than the games.I jumped off the porch into the cavern and sat on the ground with my back against the ...orch wall. She offered me a cup of imaginary tea and a plate of cookies — I wish they had been real. That was the beginning of our friendship.Everyday I would rush home, throw my lunch kit in the kitchen and hurry over to meet Janie. Our play didn't vary a lot. She was very serious about playing house. She let me be the man of the house and she. ’ I straightened my back. ‘The person we need has to not only know the market, but be extremely talented, motivated and progressive.’ I felt my chest puff out a little. I held in my jubilation because I was ready to jump up, shake Mr. Walsh’s and thank him profusely when he said, ‘That’s why I’ve chosen Marissa Lawrence to take the helm as vice president of the west coast market. You remember Marissa don’t you, Paul?’ Marissa walked into my peripheral vision. I was too focused on being dubbed. Once full free he pulled her hard into him and rolled. Taking off the blind fold, rode her cock while stroking his own; he watched her as she watched him, her hands going to her breasts, tweaking her already hard nipples. “Your turn,” he said, and with a look she couldn’t quite figure out removed her cock from him and slid his cock into her pussy once more. He gripped her legs and wrapped them around his waist while situating a hand around her back to grip her shoulder, the other making its way. .. With that I slip on my nightie and stockings and slideinto bed, almost disappointed at the thought I won't wake up bound...I wake up with the sunlight falling on my face. I squirm a little in thebed, feeling my cloths slide over my skin. I'm tempted to play with myselfa little, but force myself to rise. First comes my least favourite part ofmy weekend ritual, slipping on the gaff, the incredibly tight fleshcoloured 'panty' which will keep my cock tucked away.. as always I'mtempted to leave.