I built the web site. I wrote the software to handle orders. Without my work, Sisters' Beauty Supply wouldn't exist." That's what I hired you to do. ...ou seemed satisfied with the salary I offered when I hired you, and you have had a raise since then. There are a dozen employees, mostly single mothers, who get paid from the profits of this company. If your salary doubles, it's less for the others. I created Sisters' Beauty Supply with money from my late husband's life insurance. I spent the. Do you think you could do me a favor, pick up a package thereand take it to my house? Then if you could wait until I get thereI would really appreciate it!" A peculiar idea occurred to her. Itexcited her. "If you can cook maybe you could start supper for bothof us. I would like to have a talk with you. " "Sure, no problem. You are the boss, after all." She gave him her address and a key to get in. He left and shewondered what she could say to have him speed upon his job. He gotthe package. I saw a smile creeping up her lips, I sat on her bed, something wet was there. I could see a patch of white fluid. I understood that she was masturbating again. I looked at her and pointed towards that patch, her face turned red. She was in a trauma, I looked at her fingers, it was glistening. It was still wet from her pussy juices. I then understood why she took long time opening the door.I caught her hand, she was shivering with fear.. I took her fingers and kept it in my mouth. It tasted. I'm quite drowsy this afternoon.? ?Probably work.? Smiled Jo, innocently. Two minutes later Pat was out. Jo,her heart thumping, nervously left the room and began to explore the house.Three bedrooms ? she found nothing, bathrooms ? nothing, the downstairs ? nothing.That only left the basement. Well, last chance, she thought. Laundry, workroomand shower stall ? and a locked door! This might be interesting, Jo thought.But where would she keep a key? She looked under plants, rugs, paint pots.