. what?Oh don't deny it. We both know the thought of getting caught turns you on more than anything, even more than your daughter's fist!Please Mistre...s, don't joke.I think you should march right into the next room and admit everything to him. Tell him all about you're incestual love affair with her hand, and how you gossip all the warm juicy details to a teenage Mistress over the phone.Ohhh, Mistress you do tease me so.This is getting you wet isn't it?... a little... Don't you just wish you. She was class - a walking billboard for 50s retro haute couture - sophisticated, and from the money side of town. I gave Joe the order. Two drunk barflies started glaring at the angel next to me, so we moved to a corner of the bar. She slid gracefully from the snug and I stole another look at paradise. She spoke about her husband, but I wasn’t listening. Clients were usually tediously boring religious nuts, or middle-aged losers living beyond their means. This client, however, was a. I'll send out a reminder notification. Nowget back to work."He was both relieved that he wasn't going to be fired yet upset that noweveryone would probably think he was gay. The firm's affirmative actionpolicy wouldn't guarantee he would still have friends. Worse, any onetrying to make friends with him would probably be gay. He hatedhomosexuals. He wouldn't have to hear any more derogatory commentseither but that didn't ease his humiliation. He could still see thedisgust in their eyes. He still had half a candle so he decided he should still do her right tit too. This time he put the candle much closer, he could see the tiny hairs on her chest singeing and her skin above her tit reddened. He knew she'd feel that in the morning. Once he was down to about an inch and both of her pathetic breast were covered he blew out the candle. Stepping back he was pretty aroused by the site, in all honesty Zoe was pretty hot and with her tits covered up. She still had all that razor burn.