Your office would be right outside my door and you would be responsible for all my secretarial work - you know, typing, taking dictation, filing, that...sort of thing - as well as serving as a receptionist when someone comes to see me. This position also requires you to travel with me when I have out of town meetings and such. Is that a problem for you?" he explains. "No, Sir, I can travel. But, Sir, may I ask, why me?" as her voice trails off. "Honestly, Olivia, I have been watching your. "You're probably right," she said. "I admit it. I've tasted one, and nowI want to taste more. You'll find out, once you taste one."Pam's heart began to thud."Did you call him?" she asked."Of course," Cissy said. "And he gave me his address. He's going to thegym to work out now, but he should be back by two. If he isn't, we'resupposed to wait for him in his apartment. The door's open, and weshould make ourselves at home." Oh God!" Pam said. She felt weak, rubbery with anxiety. "But remember,I'm. This time, Mr. Johnson wasn't packing up his things. He was just staring at me with that same unreadable look on his face. Then, he walked over and shut the door and walked back to us."I believe my wife was tutoring you. Let's get started," he said unemotionally."OoooK," I said confused. I glanced at Mrs. Johnson, but she wasn't giving me any signs of anything.She led me to our "fuck desk" again and we started talking about the lesson. This was so awkward. I was very uncomfortable with her. He was lying on the seat and i was sitting on the seat such that his legs were touching my right waist. He was making quite movements but i ignored them. Later he waked up to go to toilet. When he returned i had chance to look at him. He was tall and wearing dirty clothes. His hairs were long and full of dirt. He was wearing a old filthy pant and tear off shirt.His beard was also big as if he didn’t shave it for a month. He told me that now he is going to sit and i can lie on the seat. He sat.