Mrs. Michaels kneeled behind him and gazed contemptuously at his ass. She suddenly grabbed one of the panty strings on his hip and tugged. She was try...ng to tear the panties off of his ass, but they wouldn't give. Mrs. Michaels pulled harder. The string burned as it pressed deeper into his flesh, but Ross didn't take complain. The panties broke before Mrs. Michaels' will did. She threw the frayed mess into the corner with his khakis."Spread your fuckin' ass cheeks," she said.Ross reached back. We fixed ourselves a light lunch of tuna sandwiches,diced cantaloupe melon and water. Rosalyn came down just as we finished,and without being told I made her the same lunch and served it to her."Thanks, sweetie!" she said. She kissed me on the lips and caressed mybottom. Rosalyn was wearing a diaphanous blue and white lace-trimmednegligee and a matching robe but it seemed somehow proper that she bedressed while I was naked. I loved being naked anyway, and wished onlythat I could be this way. Dillon had met him once. It was late summer after one of those charity events, about three months after he’d started working for her in 2013. Dillon had brought the Jag around to the front of the hotel where the event was held and had just come around to open the back door for her when Tom Cavanaugh appeared. Pamela was obviously distressed and was hurrying as fast as her high heels would take her when Tom bolted out the front door of the hotel and yelled at her, ‘Stop you bitch!’ As she. After shelicked my pussy clean, I told her to come beside me andmassage my tits again and I kissed her.To my surprise she was a killer kisser, I think thebest kiss I ever had, so we kissed while I made hertell me why after all she had been through with thejock, why did she want to be any body’s bitch. She toldme that after the first few weeks, she started to enjoyit, the jock always made sure she ate right, would takeher to places, like the movie and theater, made herfeel really loved.