I didn't see Marcus or Emma all morning.Until Emma came into my office.She was wearing a dark jacket with a lacy top underneath. She had a short skirt...that matched the jacket, just barely long enough to be considered 'professional.' It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, as I could see her hard nipples through the thin material of her top. She caught me looking and gave me an icy stare as she buttoned her jacket. She sat down in the leather chair across from my desk, crossing her legs.'I told. That changed within the first couple of months though, as she realized how much pleasure she could get, from letting me make love to her, in a way that her ex never really managed to do.The change in attitude manifested in an unusual way. One day I was sitting in my office, up to my ears in paperwork; which I’ve always hated, when there was a knock on the door. I figured that there would only have been myself and Lyndsey in the building, seeing as our daughters were out, and would be out for. Extending my tongue as far as I could, I wiggled it into her satiny hole, and the way her breath hitched she loved it. So I alternated, licking and tongue-fucking her. Her thighs started to tremble next to my head, and I knew it wasn’t long now. I knew what to do, playing with myself for hours so often had taught me quite a bit. So I moved my tongue upwards, made my tongue stiff and quickly flicked it over her engorged little nub, and the new sensation drew a long wail of pleasure from her. You must let me give you a cup of coffee, at the very least."Recognising that he had been caught, Derek gave in with good grace. When they were sitting in the breakfast room with their coffee, Molly broached the subject she most wanted to grill Derek about."You two, you and Shulah, were having me on about her being given to you as a slave, weren't you?" she asked."Slave is the wrong term," said Derek cautiously, "She is contracted to be a servant to me. An employee, but with a binding contract..