He had his newspaper open wide and he lowered it to cover his lap. A few minutes later I saw his head tilt back and he let out a deep breath. Without ...ealizing what I was watching, I had just witnessed Mr. Hardy getting himself off. He looked down at his paper and then he looked at me. I quickly glanced away and gathered up my breakfast dishes and made my way over to the sink. The thought of Mr. Hardy getting off because he saw my naked body was actually quite thrilling. I went upstairs to get. She had to keep a pager with her at all times, and was required to be there within a half our of any page. She had to come over to clean his house, top to bottom, twice a week. And she turned over half her gross paycheck to him every month. She endured his loveless fucking and constant abuse quite well, but I thought her slavery to him should be more complete.Why do you only turn over only half your paycheck?Cause Sir, half is barely enough for me to live on. I want to give him more, I would. "She thought for a moment and then said brightly, "I know exactly thething." Regina left the room, her round bottom rolling, hypnotizing me,and soon returned carrying several rolls of ribbon and a pair of scissors. She went to work and produced a big yellow bow that she tied around myneck, to one side, so that it rested on my shoulder. Then she made asmaller one in red and tied it over my genitals, further obscuring them.With a laugh she announced, "You look less like a man and more like. Katrina told the guy no thanks; we were just about to leave the dance floor. As we walked past him, the big idiot grabbed Katrina's left shoulder."Wait a minute Sugar Pants," he said.She turned her head to her left and smiled sweetly at him."Oh please, tell me you are a football player," she said.The guy preened. "Yep, names Jimbo Tyler, I play offensive guard for the 'Canes' down in Miami." Oh goody, I have this thing about big dumb football players touching me. If you don't move your hand it.