Next, he pulled off his socks, and I could imagine him just standing there in front of the mirror in his underwear; I assumed he wore boxer-briefs. Su...e enough, moments later, a pair of gray boxer-briefs hit the floor on top of the rest of his clothes. I waited for several more minutes before I walked up the stairs to get him some towels.With my hands full of towels, I reached for the doorknob -- he left it unlocked! -- and turned. To my surprise and amazement, he was not in the shower, but. . oh why?That they even met was a serendipitous event and yet somehow so typical. Was their meeting a contradiction? She thought often thought so. John Johnson was 66, married and the CEO of the company and Sarah ... she was 30, divorced and had just left a bad relationship when she was hired as a high level department head that reported directly to John. The rest, as they say, was history.For the first three months Sarah worked there was nothing but strict professionalism in their relationship. But last Saturday when I first felt his balls and how full they must be from not having sex, I wanted to give him something more then just sex. I told Michael I really loved him and said “Are you really okay if Jason were to get me pregnant?” Michael said it would be exciting watching my belly grow with his baby and see Jasons face any time he came over and seen my belly.Wednesday: So now, today is day four and Michael and Jason had a talk last night. I haven’t spoken with Jason, but. I smiled. “Rikki?”“Y-yeah?” She had to make herself look up, had to focus on me. It was all so visible. Weak little sub. The thought of my drugged little maso slut left so vulnerable in my arms made me feel evil and horny as all bloody hell.“You okay, baby?” She took another small drink and then collapsed back in her chair, staring at me. Her head tilted and she seemed aware enough to hear my words, to just barely keep her eyes open. But she seemed so out of it.“Yes, sir.”I grinned. We hadn’t.