Connecting the new boxes wouldn’t be rocket science! Besides, she was quite tech-savvy and had a degree in technology, for crying out loud.So, when ...ll four televisions displayed the same error, she was less than amused. A call to the cable company resulted in even more frustration when the young woman on the other end of the phone finally said, “May I make an appointment with a technician for you? Nothing we’ve tried seems to be working.”Maggie agreed and took the first appointment Monday. She paused, taken aback, but quickly renewed her gasping as my face buried itself in her snatch. Her hands moved down to hold my head as my tongue darted into her quim, searching for the magic button. It didn't take long."Oh, Mr. Johnson! Oh! Nobody's ever done this to me before...oh! OH!" Her hips rose as she bucked up against my mouth. She tasted like honey. As I continued my tongue-lashing my hands moved up her stomach, caressing and lightly tickling her flesh. Her waist was slim and so. That was a sin according to Father." I'm sorry, Honey. You deserved a lot more from your teen years than what you got." Yeah, but I am making up for it now." She grinned up at me."We both are. Now let's get to the hospital so you can see your sister."When we walked into the room I was struck by the young woman lying in the bed. She was a double of Mickey. A little shorter and without Mickey's curves, but I imagined that she was what my lady looked like at that age. The only other difference was. But to make that work he would need (no explanation of the logic has to be offered when you are the boss) Karen to be his personal assistant.Otherwise, he would have to let me go.Not such a happy day after all.“Look Chris, speak to Karen, her salary would be £50k, and if she is interested in applying see me tomorrow with some more photos of her.”He got up and left with a simple clarification, “Intimate photos, you understand.”At least we wouldn’t be having to prep a CV.“Darling,” I started.