The blond girl who had answered the door bolted to his side and presented a lit lighter to him. He inhaled deeply and suddenly got serious, leaning sl...ghtly over his desk. “I run a very private establishment here. I will get to the point and tell you that I think you would like it here. From what I can see you familylife and love life are non-existent.” I started to protest when I realized I had nothing to say. He was right on both counts. He smiled. “I have a lot to offer here. You would move. An emotionally strong male. Standing in silence, in the middle of a room. Standing before this female while I wear only ladies undergarments and my face has gallons of makeup making me look like a tramp or a slut.Emotionally I am being torn to shreds as I stand there in public. She does not have to lift a finger or do a thing. The silence is more painful than when she paddles my ass.After about 30 minutes of silence, someone comes knocking at the front door. Come in my Mistress says. I look at. "What are you doing?" I asked."I'm what's for lunch," she giggled. "I thought you could start off with a piece of my pie, then perhaps a muffin or two, or you could always..." Stop it. Get down. Put some clothes on," I said curtly. Erin looked hurt, a surprised look on her face as I spun around to leave."Where are you going?" she called after me."Out," I said. "I'm going for a walk. If you behave when I return I'll just forget the whole thing, but if not..." What?" she asked, her eyes shining. Cara walks over and sits on my bed across from us, obviously excited."Pull your panties down." Jake, no," I plead, looking at him now."Do it," Cara pipes in.I slowly slide my panties down to my knees, with trembling fingers. Cringing, I know the wet spot in the crotch is visible to them. "Bend over, naughty Kimmi," Jake commands, but gives me a reassuring little smile. I bend over his left thigh, which is very muscular by-the-way, and stretch out on the bed, twisting the sheets in both hands. I.