Stairs? Why are there stairs? Where do they go? And why haven't I noticed these before? She leads me down the dreaded stairs, and thank you to my clum...iness, the chain gets caught up in my arms and all tangled in me. I peer up at my Mistress and whimper, I cannot move. Looking behind Her, She sighs heavily and slowly untangles me from that damned chain. Once downstairs, She must hit a light switch. Oh. My. God. That light is so bright it hurts my eyes. Whining softly instead of verbally. Hers legs vagina ached to cum. Her hormones were wild after such a broad range of emotions flooded through her. "uh uh uh uhhhnnnhhhh yea, mmmmmm" she gasped over and over again as the wet thwack noise of his skin hitting her skin echoed in the office "yurgghhh take it.. You like your bosses cock. Tell your boss how you like it!" He growled as he slapped her ass. He pulled her hair too. This one likes to be dominated was her assessment of her. This was confirmed with her exclaim of joy. " That seems crazy..." He was still in shock. "I just... Would that makeme crazy?" No Jordan, you're not crazy at all, okay? And hell, what harm is therebuddy? It's just me, and if you can't tell, I don't have a problem withit. I just want you to be happy." I smiled genuinely.He continued to stare... Had it worked?"But... I can't be out of work for a month... What about rent? And Imean... Clothes?"Holy fuck... His hungover mind was actually starting to consider this."Come on Jordan, what are. Then it got even more interesting, the file showed that he enlisted in the US Army in 1969 at age 17. By age eighteen he was in Vietnam and by nineteen he was a sergeant who had been wounded in action and awarded the Bronze Star for Gallantry. This guy had been to Vietnam alright, and he obviously was a combat soldier and leader of men. This sure accounted for him exuding confidence and a manliness that was driving me crazy. I thought to myself here I am a 29 year old History nerd with granny.