“But, seriously, there may be times when we will want you dressed in … hmmmm … outfits for occasions that would not fall under the deion of busi...ess attire.”I nodded as if that made some kind of sense much less that it meant anything to me. What kind of outfits or what kind of occasions?He watched me sign and date the documents and he counter-signed each after me including the non-disclosure and confidentiality.“In case you’re curious, everyone in the office has also signed the same. She then made me promise never to tell a living sole or we would both be in a huge amount of trouble and also if at any point I wanted to stop what was going to happen I should just say so immediately and it would never be mentioned again. I promised and agreed to these conditions even though I didn't really know what was going to happen."Just take your pyjama trousers off..."I did as I was asked, then saw she also was removing her pyjama trousers also and then tossed them on the floor by the. Waldo was greatly impressed. She fiddled and he felt and head of his cock suddenly become very warm. He knew what that meant and threw his head back, mouth open, as his rigid shaft was lubed as it slipped into Lindy’s depths. ‘Oh this is great. I only take cock about twice every three months,’ she cooed. ‘I desire to be tight for my husband when I marry.’ Waldo said nothing. Well he was thinking what a stupid standard to impose on oneself but then it was her right to decide what was best for. «“Discipline”» Crap! She did that to herself. She began to shiver uncontrollably.«“Snap out of it, Cindi.” WWMWD?»The last part was not a verbal seed; it was a visual seed image of one of her yellow calligraphed sticky notes.Immediately she was back, struggling, snapping her head back to try to break his nose, anything to break free. That’s my girl. But it was all to no avail. Power Man was forcing her to the ground.Faster than even she could follow, Greased Lightning threaded one end of the.