As she headed down the hallway, she passed his PA heading out for lunch. "He's waiting for you," she said. "Just go on in." "Crap," she thought to her...elf, "Now we'll be all alone." Reaching the door, she knocked and heard a curt, "Come in." She twisted the knob and stepped into his office. "Close the door and lock it Mrs. Stephens," he drawled. His soft tone was deceptive. She knew he was angry. She closed the door and clicked the lock, standing there, not moving. "You're late," he said, using. He wanted it as much as he wanted to protect the innocent an hour ago. The only thought that drove him now, however, was to obey the instructions. To be a good slave. A perfect spy and saboteur. He would bring the League to its knees just as he would bring all the enemies of his owners to their knees. But all these thoughts were lost in the orgasm that followed, which demanded the last of him. Even if the orgasm felt intoxicating, he was now completely finished. Staggering, sweaty and. I leaned against the edge of his desk. “I can’t stop thinking about it.” I told him, trying to hide my smile.“So you did like it?” He pushed deeper.“I loved it Jason.” I blurted out without really thinking. “Did you?” I asked him, suddenly nervous about what he would say.Jason looked at the TV and pulled his sheet back revealing his perfectly hard cock without looking back at me. “It has been this way all night.” He said. “I am so fucking horny thinking about how good you did that. . .."No, that can't be..." Dawes said aloud, hoarsely.Dawes sat back in his ergonomic chair, as it quietly reconfigureditself to support the change in his position. His being stunnedlasted for but a moment, a long time for a man like himself. And itended even more abruptly.Acting on a hunch, an overwhelming hunch, Dawes brought up anothersecurity screen and again entered his company ID and password. Hefelt a chill roll over him as he activated this part of the securitysystem. If his hunch was.