“I want to cut your hours back to Friday and Sunday.”Dan frowned as he considered the loss in income that would represent. Wondering if he had don... something to anger someone, he asked, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”“No. I talked to Mr. Foreman. He wants you to work some additional hours this summer. He told me about how you found some people cheating him. He wants you to go through all of his books, especially concerning his subcontractors, and find out if there are any others stealing from. This was surreal but it was complete. He had achieved his goal. I shouted ‘fuck’, when I saw the image but Christian ordered me not to panic or I could be injured. Slowly, he rotated his gloved hand over the red cone hanging out of my arse. He then spread some lube on it and sought the hole in the centre with his fingers. He pushed them gently inside and I heard him gasp. By now, I was scared senseless. This looked like an A&E case waiting to happen but all the way through Christian gently. . After a few seconds of gathering my senses there was a subtle knock on the door and without a second thought I skillfully turned the lock open with the spiked heel of my shoe ..thus remaining in place on my back.. The door was pushed gently to a few inches gap first through which I made sure that my stocking lower leg and high heel was the first thing he would see..not all guys appreciate an xdressed slut so I prefer to ease them in slowly if need be.. this guy however evidently liked an. .. shy," I mumble, more softly than I expected "Yes, my shy boy," she replies knowingly and I am staring back, wide-eyed. She called me 'boy'. My face flushes. No one's ever talked to me this way before. I don’t feel like she’s demeaning me but I also have no idea what to say…so I laugh. Nervously. "Maybe 'boy' is inappropriate," I joke. She ignores it. She's not joking now. "My shy boy," she repeats, eyes glistening as a suggestive laugh escapes her, "everything I want to do to you.