All the money WinCom had spent on security, all of the mystical wards they had put in place, all of them were defeated by human forgetfulness and huma... nature. She quickly scanned the small yellow post-it note that had a user name and password scribbled on it in blue biro into the machine… And she was in. Not only that, but she was able to access the secure directories on the server. Alma quickly scanned through the lists of files on her screen until she found the one she wanted, the one called. . and the man."It's kind of light blue," he said."What kind of car is it?" asked Mitch, his voice quiet."I don't know." Kris opened his eyes. "I know you ran a check on my license. Does that match?"Mitch didn't think giving that up was much. "You have a '98 Buick Regal registered in New York. They don't list the color of the car in their records." Buick Regal," Kris repeated. It didn't mean anything to him. He couldn't even think of what a Buick Regal looked like."What about your personal. The vision that greeted her eyes caused agasp of astonishment. Bec stood in the doorway wearing what could onlybe described as a Dominatrix outfit. High, spike heeled boots, glossytight lace up dress, all black. Dark red lips and nails, hair slickedback into a tight bun. She had a stern expression on her face as sheslapped a riding crop against her thigh."Well missy. I did say I was going to make you scream next time." It took another few seconds before Joanna could react and she did.Laughter. That detail, the thought of having followed Mr. Boyd’s naughty orders, was the one that made my pussy react with arousal.The rest of the day went without incident, but I made sure to stop at a lingerie store in the afternoon to purchase some seamless underwear that wouldn’t show through my tight skirts. Luckily, my husband wasn’t home when I arrived, and I was able to avoid explaining to him why I had gone shopping again.On Wednesday, I dressed similarly to the previous day but this time it was.