“You will clean on your hands and knees. You will make sure you put a show on for your owner. Understood?”“Y-Yes, Sir.” I press my legs togeth...r due to the tingling sensation he made me have. He can affect me so greatly, so easily.I get on my hands and knees with my bum facing him. The skirts sits atop my ass and gives him a full view of everything he likes to see. I start vigorously scrubbing at the floor to clean it thoroughly and to make my booty jiggle for Sir. I hear a low growl come from. "Guess what he was wearing?" she said almost whispering."What?" Jen said, also leaning conspiratorially over the table."That new Speedo bathing suit — the one that's like a tight boxer. And Jen --" she paused dramatically. "His thing was outlined in the suit."Jen laughed. "His thing?"Laura playfully scowled at her friend. "You know what I'm talking about. His penis, his pole, his cock!" Not so loud!" Jen warned, looking around to see if anyone had heard.Laura looked around too. When she was. I must say you look stunning.” “At the risk of ruining our supper I feel I should get straight to the point here. I was turning over in my mind all the various positions in which I could imagine you. All of the myriad ways in which you could be of greater service to me and so I thought to consult your file more carefully. And I deeply regret coming across something very disturbing when fact-checking your resume. I tend to be so lazy about those things until I become interested.” “Oh no” I. Sure, you were cute, but I'd never even thought about sleeping with you. There was just no way I would risk my career like that. And yet, there we were." Yeah..." I mumbled. I was still in awe of her. The object of my fantasies for years, my dream girl, er, woman.Mrs. Robinson was pacing the floor while I lounged in one of the chairs. She pulled the skirt back on (I knew there were no panties under there) and pulled her blouse closed (but it wasn't buttoned-up and her bra was in my pocket). My.