“I’d really like to touch your tits again.” He breathed, excitedly. ”If that’s ok?”I felt his hands sliding over my duvet, tracing the con...ours on my breasts. My nipples went instantly hard. “Does that feel nice?” He asked.He continued to fondle them, squeezing and kneading them through the covers.I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled.“I suppose it does feel quite nice,” I agreed, my voice shaking.He pulled the duvet down and began to caress my hard. She only knew if she wasn't working to expectation it was because she wasn't getting enough rest."Okay, I know what you're thinking Lindsey. I mean you won't be fired.That I personally guarantee you." Suddenly a smile lit her face and the only words that could come out of her mouth were, "Thank you." But I must tell you one thing. I can't have your work in this condition, Lindsey." Lindsey gave him a cold stare which he caught."I'll be all right boss," she said, "I'll be fine.Trust me." I trust. They had all told her that I was a nice guy and would be the ideal first punter for her, and that morning she had decided to take the plunge that day. But, it was a one day offer. If I rang, well OK, but if I didn't then all bets were off and she would keep her clothes on and not do it at all.Well, to say I broke all records getting there would not be true. In fact I was very careful. All I needed was a speeding ticket or a minor shunt on the way to the local whore house. Try explaining that. Sexually I mean.”“I’ve, uh, noticed,” Zach stammered, trying to figure out what the big deal was, “you know, you wanting me to take the lead and everything.” Olivia shook her head.“No, in my family, all the women are sexually submissive. To all of the men. In my family.”In his head Zach went through every potential way to parse those thoughts until he hit on the correct interpretation. He nearly fainted.“So you’re telling me you fucked your dad?” he asked, his voice half confused and half.