She had to spend most of her time at the office, although she had afternoons now and then when she was able to work from her laptop at home. "Flextime..." they called it. It wasn't much, but it was something, and we were willing to take every bit of flexibility we could get. Her office and my editor didn't need to know whether we were working every minute or whether during our breaks, and sometimes most of the afternoon, I had her bent over the kitchen table as I fucked her, or she rode me. She told him it was OK it was not his fault as she had let him in assuming that it was Ernie. She was watching him particularly his eyes, they were not looking at her face. She had noticed that after his initial shock he looked at her breasts for some time and then he moved down to her hips, or was it the dark shadow in her panties that attracted his eyes. She was aware that the dark shadow of her pubic hair would be visible through the thin cotton. She had purchased these thin cotton undie’s. He undid the strap which held the ball in her mouth; it, too, fastened behind the post and prevented her from turning her head. Free to speak, Marcia desperately wanted to plead for mercy, but not a word came out. She knew the drill; he was going to give her food and water, but if she made a sound, the break was over. So she bit her tongue and stifled her urge.She could not help herself; she was totally dependant upon his generosity. He didn't seem to have much. He proffered a squeeze bottle of. I leaped down after her, landing with nimble grace as she coughed. I leaned over her, staring into her eyes. “You okay, Mistress?”“Fine,” she groaned.Sven landed beside her in a graceful crouch. He helped Kora stand then she rushed over to Aingeal. She fell to her knees before her. I knelt by my Master, rubbing my cheek into his leather pants, breathing in the scent of him.He killed Zizthithana. I saw her headless corpse. She could never hurt me again. She could never send her minions out to.