"Please, what?" Please, may I," I began, "please, may I take off your shoe?" Please mistress," she whispered with a smile.I sat up straight, intending...to end this right now. It was beyond a joke, beyond an insult. She was way out of line. I was her boss, and old enough to be her father to boot. I sat up straight and opened my mouth to tell her to leave."Please, mistress, may I take off your shoe?" I said instead. She smiled and both of us knew that she had won. She lifted her foot and I took it. Behind my closed eyes, I felt his movement as he walked around me slowly. Now and again he would touch me. Not somewhere intimate. First he touched my hip, then my shoulder. Then he was in front of me. His fingers caressed down the line of my jaw. I was shaking and my knees felt weak!"Open your eyes," he said. "Do not speak."Gazing up at him, I nodded in understanding. He was close to me, and again his hands held my upper arms. His touch was light, yet firm enough to be reassuring.I had never. Jennifer messed with the first shirt for a while longer, and then pulled it off and slung it over the top of the door. She then took the second shirt off the hanger and went through the same routine again: slowly pull it on, mess with the fabric for a while, making sure to pay close attention to the area over her breasts, and then pulling it off again. Standing there in her skirt and bra, Jenn then unbuttoned her skirt and turned toward the mirror, making sure that the sales clerk got an eyeful. I don’t dance, at all, so she would get all whored up and I’d sit there with a drink and watch her as she danced with other men, them running their hands all over her and then I’d take her home and fuck her. Sometimes she’d suck my cock on the drive home. She also became more of an exhibitionist at this time. While on a short business trip, she noticed a man in the hotel room across from her was alone and had his blinds open. So, she threw her blinds wide open and walked around naked until she.