My back slammed against the door and my boss's hand slid up under my skirt, making it ride up and rest on my hips. "You'd like that wouldn't you," he ...uffed in my ear and rubbed my wet pussy hard with his big hand. "I see how you prance around like a little whore, showing off your slutty little tits in front of everyone." I was honestly a bit scared, but a part of me wanted to know how far this could go. "I'll fulfull your little slut dreams." He backed off and unzipped his pants. "I suspect. Her uncertainty will grow into a cloud that darkens the whole office. This is hard on everyone.At least I have the chance to go to work to avoid the Bitch. My wife can’t get away from her at all.I can see it on her, the constant stress; my wife hardly looks up and her shoulders seem permanently slumped. She rarely even makes eye contact with me for fear of sending the Bitch careening off on another hateful rant.When my wife does make eye contact, I see fear and depression; she wants hope, but I. Him: Ria, as per tantric ritual, it is always recommended, both the massager and the receive should remain nude, to ensure the level of sensuality does not become down.Me: You can remove your undies, Nish.The soft music, aroma of the candles in the room was wonderful. I already felt soothing and relaxing. He removed my robe and we both were stark naked. I felt the hands on my back, the oil was just perfectly warm for the massage. He worked on my back and made sure, there were no tension knots.. Rolling my skirt up as it gets hot unbuttoning my shirt to my belly button.I always did the kitchen first as that was where he came to when he got in from work he’d make a cup of tea and put something in the oven for his evening meal .While the music blared around the house he must have had people round as there was more mess the normal. wine glasses plates and the oven was filthy so I had the washing up bowl full of hot soapy water on the floor next to me cleaning the oven .Kneeling in front.