I started rubbing on her shoulders, trying to watch her reaction. Then I told her, “There is more to this job than paperwork.” She asked, “Wha... would that be? What else would I be doing.” I said, “Well, some of the duties of my last secretary were... servicing the boss.” She said, “But, you’re the boss. You are my husband’s dad.” I moved in front of her and sat on the desk and looked at her and said, “Yes I am, and here the boss always gets what he wants.” She looked confused and said, “I. The next day my boss called me to his office and gave me a special parcel.I recognized it was same address. According to that young girl, I had forgotten something the day before and she wanted me to pick it up…The only thing I could remember leaving was a warm load in her pussy…I got her phone number and I called her while I was on my way to her home.Then I asked what I had forgotten there and she said a pussy that needed a good cock in her again…I hurried up before that little slut could. The buckles were all on the back and out of reach. It was somewhat ominous to hear those clicks, as I knew the restrictions they implied and I realized that I was helpless to remove it myself. It was another clear reminder of the infantile state I had been reduced to. In spite of having, the harness on it nevertheless still felt great to have some freedom of movement, freedom of movement in comparison to the cot and the punishment dress of the day before that is.After being dressed I was taken. He gazes at her with adoring puppy-dog eyes that I know for sure he has never given me. The eyes he gives me belong to wolves. We sit with Lilly at the head of the table, Mark to her left and me to her right. They don’t touch each other that I notice, although Mark squeezes my hand under the table once before we start to eat. He means it to make me feel better, but I feel uncomfortable, we haven’t negotiated for anything like this and I don’t know if it’s ok to touch him in front of her. I.