. I guess not. No, not at all." Turn your head, please. Doing a striptease wouldn't be appropriate." He did. "You can look now." He did. "Hey, Donald,...just pretend this is a topless beach, okay?" Sometimes I think I look like a guy."Don tried not to obviously stare at her ripe luscious melons when his eyes returned to her body. He lowered his lusting eyes to her discarded clothing on the floor. "Would you like something to drink? Besides the water, I have some juice and soda in the frig.. Helen spokeon, her wonderfully-gloved hand fondling and stimulating me to alarmingeffect."Poor Denise, a gorgeous creature in silk and lace, so tormented withlongings that she has not been allowed to satisfy. Those tight corsets,those silken stockings, those dainty high heels, those beautiful dresses..."I began moaning with desire, my whole being consumed by hot passion, myhelpless genitals growing, hardening in her delightful grasp. Helen workedon them expertly, bringing my longings to. I would be working with him every day. I had to sit or fall my legs could not hold me.What was I going to wear / Would he like me? All this ran through my mind as I sat there.Working temp jobs is hard but I enjoy them, they never get old or boring. I have dreamed and fantasized about the man that is going to be my boss. I felt my thighs tremble my nipples grew hard my pussy started to get wet.Lance Castwell is his name! A CEO of a marketing company he has climbed the corporate ladder rather. Less than a minute later a vehicle peels out of the barn behind the house. I guess you were right, Father. All this time I needed a man to define me. Even though we were apart, I was able to survive knowing that I was his possession. But that was then. Perhaps Felix’s role in my life was to get me through; to allow me survive the eastern approaches. For that, I will always be grateful to him. But I made it; I’m home. Now, I don’t need him anymore. In the bathroom, just off our beautiful.