And I did. Over the next two weeks my boss became like my boyfriend. He would open doors for me. He would ask me nicely to do things. He drove me home...to my foster parents house after work and picked me up there a few times. He didnt have to do any of these things because I was technically an employee, in more than one way. First and foremost I served soft serve ice cream at an ice cream parlor where he was the boss and son of the owner. Secondly I was a . . . for lack of a better word, a. “Yummy.” She said and bounced naked from the room. Cody watched her ass before turning back to me. He leaped on the bed and moved up to sit on my chest. He started to untie my right wrist.“I thought you wanted me tied up?” I asked. He glanced at me before returning his attention to the bindings.“I do. Just need you in a different position.” My wrist was moved to the middle rail and refastened. He repeated this with my left one. “There. On your front bitch.”I wriggled a turn until I was face. That was the last coherent thought she had in a while. He began to brush his lips torturously slowly along her inner thigh. He slowly worked his way up until he reached her ankle and then her toes. She squirmed, the sensations he was causing were almost unbearably ticklish but so delicious. He drifted back down the other leg until finally he was pushing her thighs apart again. He dragged his tongue sensuously up the length of her sex so gently he was only just touching her. Her hands found his. The person was working a short distance away and she indicated, “Wait,” smiled, looking at Maria, and walked back into the kitchen to disappear. I waited not knowing if she was ever going to come back. She did.She brought us plates of pasta and some bread, a glass of water. I thanked her profusely. She left. we ate.Again we waited and when she came back I had my wallet in hand indicating I wanted to pay and she made me understand the meal was supposed to be free. I questioned her with my eyes.