“What the hell?” I hissed pushing his hand off my leg.“I told you the job was two-fold. A personal assistant, the second part is being my submis...ive; you do know what that is don’t you?”“Yes, I’m aware of the terminology. Why do you think I’d agree to this?”“You hate your job, you’re desperate for something different and I want to fuck you silly,”“I’m married.”“I know,” his hand went back to my knee and he stroked my thigh with his thumb.“Oh hell,” I hissed, “what’s the pay?”He smirked at me. “Hey, Chuck, how about pouring me a cup of that coffee you’re hoarding back there in your Thermos. Thanks!”“Tib, you can help me out here. Tell Berl’ahan what a jeep is, will you?”“Sure. You take a ratty little sheet metal body, stick an under-powered four-cylinder gasoline engine in it, gear it way down low so inadequate power don’t matter that much, and then you stick a wheel under each corner. Oh, and you run a drive axle to each wheel. That’s a jeep. Am I right, Michael?” Tib grinned.“Go. When I fist saw her she reminded me of one of my housemistresses at school. I ended up telling her this, and boy has my fanny hole been wet and throbbing ever since.We got chatting one afternoon after I'd finished cleaning her kitchen. I could feel her watching me as I was cleaning the oven. I've been with a couple of women before when I was in my twenties. I knew what she was after, or thought I did.We sat on the sofa and had a chat for about 20 minutes, nothing major, just girltalk. She asked. Do I make myself very clear on that one?"Brooke quickly replied. "Yes Kyle. I understand."Kyle laughed as he leaned over and kissed Brooke's cheek moving his hand over her tit and cupping it in the palm of his hand as he replied. "Good. I think you and I will have a good relationship and you will soon find out how well I will treat you and reward you."Kyle finally let go of Brooke's waist and poured her another drink and gave it to her and said. "You'll meet your new chamber maid in the.