“Don’t be such an old grouch” she said and pushed her boobs against the back of my head, “He’s my boss, this is part of my job and it always...has been”“He’ll expect you to go to bed with him- again”She put her lips to my ear and whispered seductively,“Probably yes and you know you love it don’t you?”I grinned in spite of myself, “His place or ours?”“Why?” she grinned back, “Wanna watch?”“Of course” I laughed, “Can I shave you before you go?”“Ooh yes please”“You going to wear stockings?”“Don’t I. Told me, Victorian women did not undress for the toilet. The bloomers separated instead. We sat down and discussed whether I wanted to leave or continue the remainder of my training. It was Ms. K. who made it so simple. I would forever wear the chastity belt except for very special treats. Six days a week were to be almost normal. I would continue my business as usual. Upon arrival home from work I would have access to all life luxuries with my wife. After dinner, when the maid and cook were. “Ah,” I groaned, “I’m cuming!” I tried to say it as silently as I could so I didn’t alert my mom to my actions. I was pretty sure Jen already knew what I was doing.I heard her muffled scream as she came just after. I painted my new shirt with several streams of my sticky semen, and wiped up all of it in my shirt as I opened the tub of butter and carefully took off my shirt. “Oh my god! That was amazing!” Katey said as she got her voice back. I just said, “Yea…” into the phone, now crooked. One of the girls had remembered to bring several bottles of warm Sake with several tiny cups. We all picked up a cup, made a toast to the success of the restaurant, and then drank. I certainly enjoyed looking around the hot pool at all of their tiny titties just above the water as they sat on the tiled benches around the perimeter. A couple more cups of Sake apiece and we were ready to get out but the girls took me into the massage room instead. There we were all treated to a half-hour massage.