It was slow going, but before long she was standing in the Marshall’s back yard. She pressed herself against the side of the house, inching to the f...ont. Taking a deep breath she then darted out of cover, and in seconds was silently scampering up the tree. There she waited. She inserted the tiny speaker in her left ear and scanned up the road. It really was a good place to set up. The road dead ended a few meters behind her, so there was no way Alan Marshall could hope to sneak up to her. Her. Although she was the boss and he just a lowly intern, she had been less than warm with him lately, and he was sick and tired of it. What really irked Jack was the fact that she had been nice and quite warm when he had started work in her office, but then after a couple of weeks of working quite late together on some project which turned out great, she started to give him a cold shoulder instead of some kudos. ‘She might be the boss, but I’m also a damn good intern too, so she ought to treat me. ” Mildly protested Crystal. Moving her shoe up until the tip of the stiletto heel was just inside Crystal’s hole. “I don’t make you do anything you don’t want too.” Reminded Gretchen. Who always played her role as Mistress with a hint of reluctance? Although she was enjoyed the game as much as her lover. “Beg me to fuck you.” Mistress Gretchen ordered. Standing over her capture beauty. Stroking the fake cock between her long luscious limbs. “Mistress, when I see you, like this above me, I can. But it was big; this would change his life. He expected the pounding heart, the knot in his gut, and the sweat. What would he have done had the game not stopped him? Would he have told them right there, after a brief conversation with Marv? Maybe? Probably not though. He’d been growing increasingly uncomfortable with hiding Ariel’s player, enough so that making a final decision right there in game didn’t seem crazy. But executing on that decision then and there? No, that would have been.