It was like the girl had appeared out of nowhere. Worse, all evidence suggested that she had help from the inside. High level help.As Master Hubber st...pped at yet another desk to hand out orders, Elizabeth looked around. It wasn’t exactly out of boredom, not quite, but at the same time, there was a definite unease. She was here to help her master, but outside of relieving tension there had been nothing for her to contribute.The cubicle walls were covered with the usual office knickknacks. A few. On the couple of occasions we went out with them she always wanted to leave early and used to drag a very unwilling Martin off with her and while the others seemed happy to see her go they used to get angry that Martin had to leave with her. The other girls used to refer to her as "your highness" behind her back while the guys preferred "the bitch" but every body seemed to love Martin who was the life and soul of the party.One night we all went out and were having a great time drinking and. "If you're lucky she might let you wash her Mercedes." Joe, a wise ass co-worker joked."If you're lucky, I might let you suck my dick." I answered, still staring down the hall.He was right. What would a rich, gorgeous, successful and super hot older woman with perfect thighs ever see in me?The next couple of months were basically more of the same. I briefly dated one of the secretaries on the next floor but that didn't last. She was gorgeous but a real bitch. She turned out to be one of those. I bit my lip. The man took the hint and stepped closer. Though he wasn'tall that taller than me, his shoulders blocked my path. I shrunk againstthe wall to enhance the impression of vulnerability.The man spoke in a low voice: "I think we were in middle of something."A hand took a firm grip of my jaw and guided me to a kiss. While I wasbusy concentrating on his lips, Bemariq opened the belt of my house robe.I let the garment fall off me and wrapped my arms around my husband'sneck. He lifted me.