I gasped. His vibes which where casual and friendly had become dark and controlling. I wiggled out of my seat, why, why did I wear the tightest skirt ... owned today? It was too hot for stockings so I ditched them as soon as I'd made it to my cubical this morning. My amber skin tone blending well with my black pencil skirt and black stilettos. I was 5'8 with heels 5'3 without them. For a second I just stood there, head bowed, fingers crossed, staring at his shinny shoes. "Now!" He sneered. I. I remember you sitting in the chair at my PC, singing baby D’s ‘Let Me Be Your Fantasy’, we played a game of ‘I went to the shop,’ it soon became clear you wanted my c**k, (sorry) for our first date we went to Denham, playin’ Marco V was simply heaven, was the Horse & Barge where we went for a drink, we kissed in the car & I started to think. It didn’t take long for our love to grow strong, hours on the phone was never too long, the way I felt came like a boom, the first time saying. Let’s see. Something funny on. Don’t know what it is.Lets explore the dial. No not that. Don’t understand.Some classical music. That will do.Walking to my room I notice her door open. Well I have seen her nude.She will not mind a little snooping.Dam, a drawer full of stockings. Another drawer of panties and bras. Typical woman.What the hell is this?!? My Amelia is a bit kinky.Every woman has a dildo and maybe a vibrator. But how many have these toys?Handcuffs, feathers, mask, ball gag, riding. "So it's agreed then; twenty quid a week," Charlotte said opening herpurse."Twenty quid and a taste." The groundsman smiled, showing his brokenteeth.William shuddered."No! You don't get a taste. We'll give you twenty five quid and youcan spend it at the railway underpass in Chelmsford," William replied,referring to the place where the local streetwalkers plied theirtrade."Let's not quibble. Twenty quid and a taste once a week but not fromthe others, only from me," Charlotte replied holding out.