She nodded, and I escorted her to my vehicle. In 3 minutes time, we were at my hotel. We'd no more than entered and locked the doors when she began to...strip. Now, I am not normally accepting of such behavior out of the chute. In this case, however, I was simply in awe. She tore off the top and bottoms so fast, I could barely begin to get hard. She was now stripped to her bra and panties, and then asked "Shall I continue?" I quickly said "No - I'll finish!" She gave a little "Woo Hoo" and I. Myself, and my secretary Katherine Coughlin (Kay). Up until the "Sunday Disaster" below, most of this is factual. I do wear girl undies under my business clothes, and she may very well know this, although I have no knowledge that she does.MYSELF I am Joseph O'Day. I founded the company about 15 years ago. We are engaged in market research consulting for several client companies. I have a small office, consisting of myself and Kay. The office is in a suburban Chicago business center. The. By the time my wife and kids return from a trip to the zoo, I’m thoroughly drunk.“Go to your room, girls. I need to talk to your father.” Uh-oh. Whenever she refers to me as their ‘father,’ I know she’s mad.“Awe, come-on, babe,” I slur, trying to turn her mood around. “Why don’t we lock the door, and have a repeat of yesterday afternoon?”“Because you’re drunk,” she scolds me. “What happened to you? It isn’t like you to get drunk in the middle of the day.”“I told you, I don’t want to talk about. " He wasn't real happy about the transaction and I'm afraid to keep her at my place, I need to stash her for awhile until I'm sure things have blown over. She's going to need constant care, for the first week or so at least, and I know it's a lot to ask, but could you..." Say no more, Harry, I got more than enough time off built up, my boss has been tryin' to get me to take some of it for awhile now. She'll be safe with me, I'll see to her." Good... now, she needs to be owned, even more so than.