Come he asked her to take dictation, telling her that he would have to check for mistakes and that they would not be tolerated under any circumstances... She sat up, crossing her legs and concentrated on his words, it seemed a little of a blur what she was writing and she felt warm and nervous at getting it wrong. He deliberately spoke fast to unnerve her watching her delighting in her willing the mistakes he could see she was making Oh how she would be surprised at the punishments he had planned. ”“I might be a greenhorn kid from Cleveland,” I retorted, “but I’ve never heard of waitresses offering jobs.”Sticking out her hand she said, “I’m Samantha Onassis, I run this place.” Taking her hand I said, “I’m Toby Wakefield.” I had never shaken a hand which felt firmer or more purposeful.Sig’s Diner was a fixture on Charles Street which had been there for over forty years. Demetrius Onassis immigrated from Greece in 1920 as a teenager after his parents died of the Spanish Flu which killed an. Sara is a beautiful woman with long black hair, bright blue eyes, large yet firm breasts and a fantastic ass. John himself is everything I’m not. He’s physically fit to the point of having a professional athlete’s body. He’s tan, has an immaculate haircut and a face cut from marble like one of those statues of the Greek gods. And he’s got a cock straight out of a porn video. More on that later.The simple explanation of how it all went south is that they blackmailed me. They gathered up all of. A reaction so strong that I must sink down deeper for fear of losing control. Instantly my mind’s eye awakens and I feel you nestled between my legs. Your eyes strong and intent. I delve deep in them and know, without a spoken word between us, that I am certainly in more hot water than that which fills this tub. I gulp in a healing dose of air. I must have been holding my breath unbeknownst. I close my eyes in anticipation, but upon opening them you are no longer there. Bewildered and.