‘I can be a real, real good little girl…’ I wasn’t sure I was understanding her right. ‘Sugar daddy? Excuse me if I’m being slow, but what...exactly do you mean by that?’ I asked. ‘It means that you take care of me like you were my rich daddy, and I show you my appreciation by giving you some of that special sugar only I can give.’ she purred. ‘I kept a lot of my old tools of the trade from when I was working, I could dig them out again…’ ‘Wait, I’m confused. Are you offering me sex for money?’ I. I noticed some odd looking images on the PC screen and went to her desk. That is when I realised she had a sexual dimension to her that she had kept secret from me. I scrolled up the screen and noted the domain address. She was logged in and I noticed her username and eager not to be discovered I dashed out before my wife emerged from the shower and dived back into bed, my heart thumping in my chest. I investigated further at the office. Locking my door as soon as I arrived and going directly. JC had gotten up to get some towels to clean both of them up and the bed linens were a mess too. JC thought the housekeeping ladies will have something to discuss in the morning when they come in to make up the room. With a warm wash cloth, she was cleaning Reuben’s cock and balls when the phone rang again.“Hello,” JC answered and it was her husband calling again. Sounded like he had a bit much to drink and he was saying how he missed her. This was making JC very uncomfortable especially with. She looked, well, attractive, in a girl-next-door sort of way. Of course, she still had the leather collar and tag on, which spoiled the effect somewhat."They stopped raping me," she said. "Thank you." That was the deal," I said. "You write for me and you don't get raped. I bet you didn't get as good an offer as that from your regular literary agent."She gave me a humourless grin. "Does the same thing go when I give you the script or does that mean you just take your turn then?" That's not very.