Beep, beep.Cynthia picked up her phone.“Miss Carson, Mr. Darvy is here now,” the assistant said in her small voice.“Send him in,” she replied,...hanging up.She stood up and straightened her clothing—a white, frilly, button-up, sleeveless blouse, a grey pencil skirt, and some simple black heels.She heard a knock on her door. The assistant opened the door as he entered the room. Tall, dark hair, his brooding eyes focusing on Cynthia.“Cynthia! You seem to be doing well for someone who is losing. Callum groaned at the sight. The undies disappeared in a blink (nimbler fingered than Josh!) those milk chocolate fingers held my boob and fondled my pink nipples. His face said he was fascinated by them, his eyes fixed firmly on the stiffening peaks. Stepping back from him slightly, I got my first look at his awakening equipment. Around three-and-a-half-inches thick and eight-inches long, he was almost at full mast, judging by the skin stretch. His cock was darker than the rest of him, which. He is just a little mad. Thirty four years.He takes each bag and hangs it on the hook with the correct number, tidies up, turns and locks the door and makes his way out of the basement. Thirty four years.He has always been the last to ride the elevator to the lobby, he steps across the blue circle with the white eagle and out the door.He works for the CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY and he is a minion. A company man with a company car. He drives the most direct route and stops at the discrete bar. She glared at Lucy and ordered, “Get across my lap for your spanking.”Lucy again groaned as she eased herself down across Ella’s lap and as she settled down with her hands on the floor she knew her hair was straddling the carpet as she saw her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair, and the backs of Ella’s upside down legs so close to her face. Somehow, this was so much more humiliating than she had expected.Ella allowed Lucy a few moments to settle herself across her lap before.