’ ‘Forget Warren. This is about me being sniggered at every time I walk out of my office. Someone has made copies of that damn poster and distrib...ted it. I even found one on my desk. So perhaps you would care to tell me who the culprit is?’ She just stared at him, still refusing to answer. ‘Keeping quiet, are you? I’ll take that as a sure sign that I’ve found the one responsible. But the silence won’t last long,’ he said silkily. ‘I have figured out a way to punish you and relieve my own. She was attractive, but in a strange way, with a sexiness that was hard and humourless. She clearly used to enjoy verbally subjugating me and playing mind games, using body language etc which bordered on the Mistress/Slave interplay people do in the SM scene. However she never crossed the line into inappropriate or explicitly unprofessional behaviour with me. I remember the erotic way she dressed, often wearing fishnets with black leather sandals that gave a strong impression of a BDSM foot. Amy was a foster child and she knew she was lucky to find a family like the Hamiltons to look after her in the rugged north county of the often snowbound terrain in her home town. She was one of those rare females that knew how to hunt, how to shoot and skin her prey and she never killed any animal unless she planned to eat it and to share it with others saving lots of money and giving all the other kids the advantage of learning all about the value of a home cooked meal prepared in your own. " Fuck! You're soft, you are, Eunice," laughed Enid. She placed her hand on Eunice's penis. "Well, actually you're not soft at all. That piece of skirt's got you fucking stiff. You're not going to be able to stand up without your skirt ripping!" Don't be fucking stupid!" Eunice responded, adjusting herself as she eased herself up, so that her erect penis pushed upward and outward, and then tied her sweater round her waist so that the bulge in her skirt couldn't be seen under the crossed sleeves.