Most mornings, Ivan woke me with breakfast and a breakfast fuck. The other three rotated who got me for lunch and dinner depending on my schedule on a...y given day. We established house rules on hygiene, cum-sharing and other essential things.One rule was on clothes in the house. The boys wanted to be nude most of the time, but I nixed that. We set 'clothing optional' areas of the house - including the pool - and everywhere else they had to be wearing at least pants. And to ensure everybody had. Not two men fucking you one after the other in the back of a cab." No one fucked me in the back of a cab. What do you take me for!"He turns from her and lies on his back and stares at the ceiling. She switches position on to her side to face him, her head propped by her arm, her chin resting in her palm. She tells herself another man would be on his feet and raging. Some might have struck her. Now she knows why she has forgiven him.This is her gentle Joe, the Joe she loves. Even in at the nadir. "Finally," I sighed, glancing down at my watch and then staring out the doors of the building, at the dark sky beyond. Then, just as I stepped out the door, I heard someone call out, "Hi," from behind me. I turned around and saw a young woman in her early twenties coming towards me. "Working late again I see," she added once she was next to me. The pretty young woman was Tara Macintosh, a secretary who worked just down the hall from me. I knew her only in passing, but from several looks I'd. Her moisturiser contained glitter& she admired the way the light reflected of her as she turned this waythen that. Then standing face on to the mirror she parted her legs to shoulderwidth, straightened herself till she was as tall as her 5ft 1" heightallowed & clasped her hands behind her neck, elbows out, adopting theinspection position. Thus positioned she looked on herself as her Master wouldview her. Looked over her petite frame, the thin but well proportioned legs& arms, firm yet with no.