The Whippy Stick was made of some sort of Australian branch, and was used for driving cattle over there by the Bushmen, or something.Emmett had gotte... it ?for fun? when he’d been backpacking there his summer after graduating from Syracuse, and before starting the long grind at Buttermilk University Law Center. He had had no idea how much his secretary would enjoy it, that was for sure!Emmett walked back to Koko, dreading his thrashing, but enjoying the look of his secretary in her short, snug. As you get back on the edge of the desk and lean back i tear open your blouse, the buttons giving way everywhere. Leaning forward i then kiss and bite around the tops of your breasts before easing my hand inside the cups and lifting each one out. I start to then suck your nipples and flick them with my tongue and as i am doing this you are asking me to suck and bite them harder. After a few minutes i start to make my way down your body until i am knelt between your legs, as you lean forward to. “What do you make, Dean?”“Enough. What do you do, Jasmine?”“I’m the Personal Assistant to Mr. James Moody, CEO of Blanche Industries.”She said it with pride, like I was supposed to know who that was. I had no idea, and decided to ruffle her feathers a little. “A Personal Assistant? Is that like a glorified secretary?”She flamed red, and Lindsey couldn’t help herself, giggling at her reaction. “I assure you, it’s much more than that, and the pay is much better. Plus, I get to meet and socialize. What sort of unarmed defense training do you have?" The standard stuff given in high school and college," I replied. "Plus I've gotten instruction in controlling unruly slaves." When was the last time you trained?" Sue asked. "For that matter, when did you work out last?" Well, I've been busy," I said defensively."What I teach here is very lethal," Sue said. "I was part of a commando unit. It is simple to learn, simple to retain. We learned to kill with our bare hands. For rape victims I don't.