Are you fucking k**ding me! If you needed money all you had to do was to ask. Only 2 people know about this me and my secretary. Then I find out that ...ou are not following the dresscode policy. You have on numerous occasions wore clothing specificly not allowed at this agency. This is not the first time we've had this conversation. You have been told that you can not dress like some slut off the street and come to work. Now I have to discipline you. First off you will report to me each morning. “Well, he wasn’t thrilled, but understood after what I told him about Italy, Roberto, and the outcome. He said he felt there were two directions I could go in. I could develop a recording career and then use the many local venues for live performances. They could be anything from nightclubs, to theatre type audiences, or even outdoor festivals. That would limit my travel and still keep my name in front of the audiences. I wouldn’t earn the kind of money from the live work that I was used to in. She eyed me from between my legs, droplets of our desire peppering her lightly freckled cheeks. I jerked with each breath, kiss and flick of her tongue to my clit. Snarled at each bite. Fuck knows what dynamic we'd unleashed but I never wanted it to end.Reading my thoughts, she pulled her shiny mouth away and knelt up. Grabbed the flogger. "Does my pet want to come?" She snapped the fronds against my cunt and I howled, head thrashing side-to-side. She grinned. "No?"The heat of the flogger tore. In the meantime she has assumed a doggie position on the edge of the bed, her knees tucked under her, her fanny sticking out slightly beyond the edge. She looks back at me with a coy expression. "Oh master! How big you are!" she teases. Cathy's voice is sweet. It would give me a hard on to hear her say "Please pass the butter". Some times it does give me an erection when that's all she's saying. I seem to be hearing: "Please butter me with the butter". Cathy's voice could melt butter..