Margaret is my assistant manager in charge of product development. As my longest employee I also count on her to maintain productivity for all the sta...f, not just production. I regard her as my Sergeant Major, and as such she is always on top of things, seldom having to bother me with some of the petty issues that tend to plague a staff of this size. She immediately started clapping in a stern pay-attention-to-me manner. Then with equal sternness and only some raising of her voice, she began to. " It's stupid, lame, tabloid pap and the most meaningful question your average celebrity interviewer can think up with the two brain cells at their disposal. I give them the answer they want to hear of course, watching their eyes glaze over when I talk about Cezane or Monet. I sometimes get a spark of interest when I mention Leonardo, but that soon disappears when they realize I'm talking DaVinci and not DiCaprio.Yes they smile their plastic Hollywood smiles, nod when they think they should,. I've LOVED it since I met her, sometimes I stroke it when she sleeps. It's simply beautiful.She rolls on the bed, stretching her body and working her way into a relaxing position. Her muscles tighten all over her body, her arms reachout and her fingers flex and dance abover her head. She looks like a Playboy centerfold (only a THOUSAND times better)as her white skin writhes over the dark sheets. Finally, her legs stretch out and she points her toes towardsme.She cathces me lookingat her little. " You think?" she said her head on my shoulder."We could find out," I said with a chuckle and I pushed my groin into hers so there was no doubt as to my intentions."No, we mustn't," she said. "Billy is coming over later."I'm not sure what that had to do with anything so I kissed her exposed neck and my hand moved around the front to squeeze her breasts."No, please," she whispered.My lips found hers to shut her up while my hands moved from tit to tit. This time I wanted some of her clothes off.