I’m not a hotshot like you, able to make your advertising bosses swoon at the sight of you and forget that you’re taking advantage of their lunch ...our policy.’ ‘Relax, hon’,’ was all he could say as he checked out his profile. He removed a small comb from his back pocket and touched up his springy ‘fro. She was frustrated less by his vanity than by their phone sex ritual, which always culminated with him groaning loudly into the receiver and with her frowning from not having a chance to get. And the discipline I receive privately is on a much obscure level. My face flushed redder than a ripe tomato, and I could barely breath, let alone keep eye contact with him. He was right, I had played with myself the night before, fantasizing about him, making myself cum, moaning the name of the man I work for. I had told him, shamefully. He owns each and every one of my orgasms. I never give myself one without asking him before hand. And last night I was not granted permission. Unable to. He’s got some strange feelings when he made them.He still wore the odd one he felt compelled to make. It had an agate, a ruby and an amethyst surrounding the green crystal. He even added a new bigger crystal and the same gems to the medallion that he had always worn. He had noticed that it has tiny pieces of crystal embedded in it, but he didn’t try to remove them.His medallion had always had a diamond above the square hole in the middle. It even had a faint marking with it that he fancied. It had been a late night and I was still tired upon waking, a bit disoriented. I realized I was alone, my family having gone away without me to look after a sick relative on my in-law’s side. I had to stay behind and work, and it meant two weeks of solitude. Two weeks of missing my children and two weeks of re-evaluating the marriage. In solitude that would be easier than it had been over the last several years. I dialed into my voicemail and listened to my message. It was her. She was at the.