As she cooks, the heat of the stove makes her sweat, her blouse near her armpit is soaked, and I can also see sweat at her back. She has a perfect cur...e, 36C may be? Wow…I realized I was envying Rajat deep inside me.“Are you listening to me?Oh.. she was staring at me … an seems to be quite angry “or you were staring at my breasts?”I felt embarrassed.“Not really … I was listening to you…”“Really? And what happened there?”She pointed at my shorts, and I realised I had a hard on. And it was. I cursed when I drew the company president's name. It was a no-win draw. If I bought a cheap gift or a gag gift, I would be ridiculed. If I bought a nicer gift, everyone would accuse me of brown-nosing. The only easy out was to buy a couple of sleeves of golf balls, and hope that he still gets out sometimes.The entire week slipped by, and I never received a gift. That didn't really surprise me much. Most of the participants were guys, and we are notoriously bad at gifting. There were. --> On to the Finish LineSoon, I felt the coolness of her finger tips touch the tip of my penis, just as I had asked her to do. Susan’s fingers were cool and wet — I felt them begin to slide down over my glans — so gentle, so loving, just the way Linda used to do it. A shiver ran through my body. She paused before starting to simulate the in and out motion I was already fantasizing. Her finger tips worked their magic on the rim of my fireman’s hat. “Ummmm.”My stroking continued as I focused on. I needed to pee, but not terribly, and I felt the soreness in my thighs as well. The man had spanked me hard with his belt and I could still feel it, just a little. I could feel his semen in my ass too, a greasy sensation best not described, and I really needed a bath.I'd liked it too, I had to admit as I lay there. I still liked it. I'd had a Master again, just for that short time, while he beat me and then immediately after, when Mr. Davis had fucked me. I'd been a slave again. I had to.