My voice boomed throughout the room. Thank god for sound proof doors, or my secretary might come disrupt me. Her tiny body jumped at my loud voice, a...d she leaned her head in to flick her tongue up and down the head of my cock. It twitched, and she stopped. Keep going. Put it in your mouth I commanded. Thats the thing with little girls, they have no idea what theyre doing-which is partially good and partially bad. She wrapped her lips around it, her beady eyes looked up at me for. Gay if you will. I suppose they had some cause, here is a bachelor in his late thirties who has never been known to have a girlfriend and neither was I the scruffy railways and aircraft type of geek either, I always dressed smartly. Of course, the real reason was that I had always been owned by various Mistresses. Not gay, and you must always be presentable for your Mistress of course. Your appearance is a reflection on the quality of her charge of you. I don’t think the guys I worked with gave. Tamara“Perhaps a salad too? Or perhaps a little quiche for strength?” Asked Veronica.“Yes, please bring that to her also my dear- for her strength.” He ordered.A little later, Veronica reappeared and served Tamara. She gave Master a glance for approval.“Now where were we in our discussion, Veronica?” He continued. “Noticing the nuances at first is essential, as we communicate at all times on two levels.”“Oui monsieur, the tone of voice, the expression, clothes, the ‘langue de corp’ or body. Let us all meet in Doctor White’s bedroom after supper. Shall we say at half-past eight?‘That sounds wonderful, my darling. That’s all right with you, isn’t it, old man?’ I said, glancing across to Pelham.‘Oh, yes, most certainly. I would love to-ah-but-ah-does Amelia-” he stammered.‘Of course, she does, you silly boy,’ laughed Lucy. ‘Amelia hardly has the chance to have a good fucking more than once a month as she lives with her Uncle Jonathan in Totteridge Village, and he is terribly strict.