!"RICHARD?" I call out more urgently. "I need you!!"I get up and suddenly realize I'm fully naked. Didn't I even put on anightgown last night? Shame ...loods over me. What must he think of me?And where is he??I find my panties and bra and put those on, and then peak out into thekitchen."Richard?"The kitchen is empty. Stepping quickly, I dart into my room where Ifind my standard yellow gingham shirtwaist dress which I put on. I goto the living room, and then to Richard's den."Richard?"Where is. He was a short, dapper man, maybe 5'5" and one hundred and twenty pounds, and I didn't doubt Mary's words, easily being able to imagine her sitting astride him, disciplining him."He's not a man," I howled, "He'll never fill you like you want, like you need." He likes it when I spank him," she whispered in my ear, "With a fat leather belt Peter," she finished, a triumphant gloat on her shining face... Nothing would have happened; the future would have turned out completely different, if she. “I’m fine, Pat. Just solved a big problem, that’s all.”He made a few adjustments to Susan that would make it impossible for anyone else to successfully reprogram her – but they would think that they had. She was also going to be feeding them false intelligence about his Master PC use and plans. That ought to keep Mr. Friday and his mind control thugs busy for a while.Jim hit the intercom button. “Pat, what’s the status of the search for my new assistant?”“Your committee selections were. She rewarded him with a quart of squirt to the face."Holy shit!" the coordinator squealed, flailing for cover.Bolting upright, the subservient frantically queried, "What the hell just happened?! Who was throwing water on me?!?" You squirted, hon," the fuck junky replied."What?!?" she gasped, incredulous. "I― I've never done that before!" Right," tfj smirked, certain this woman was joking, since she'd pretty much mastered the art of the spray, from what he'd just witnessed."I swear to you!" the.