They are ignoring me completely. I am truly the maid standing at the ready, near the end of the sofa, hands folded in front of me, legs together and f...et in a models pose waiting to find out what is going on. I didn't have to wait long."Diane, this is Tom. We met at the club tonight and hit it off right away, but not in a way that you think. I want you to know that I found your secret stash of fantasy stories and web sites and the photos you have put your face on. Tom is a psychologist. We were. . and it made me feel like a bad girl for a minute or so, I’ll do anything just please don't tell my parents!" He sits on the edge of his desk running his eyes over me; he takes a breath and speaks once more with a slight smirk on his lips."The footage had audio too, I've heard rumours from other members of staff but hearing you girls talk about me that way was very... interesting to say the least."My stomach drops as I remember saying how I wonder how his cock tastes, if his wife knows how. . stoking his passion into a raging inferno of desire. Amelia reached down and slid one hand under the waistband of his trousers. She didn't have to search. His cock, already thick with-need, bulged against the front of his shorts. She gripped his veined shaft with her fingers and began to squeeze; a slow, strong, rhythmic pressure that brought a hot gasp of pleasure from his lips. Meantime, Anthony's fingers were working with the buttons on her silken blouse. He fumbled with one buttom, and. “What do I want?” he repeated intensely. “I want to taste that fire that’s inside you. I want to feel the strength of your mind as it fights to keep control over your emotions.” His voice deepened as his insidious words wove elaborate and detailed pictures in her mind. “I want to seduce your common sense and bend that stubbornness inside of you until you give yourself over to me because you know you won’t survive without me. I want to argue with you and laugh at you when you swear at me and.