I saw it in the conference room. A part of him wants to rip my clothes off and rape me. But he's afraid. Guys are so predictable."I have one itsy-bits... question, though," Tiffany said in a shy, little girl's voice.Mr. Johnson put his coffee mug down without ever taking a drink. "Um, what?" he said."You said that Jack will be our customer." Yes, that's..."Mr. Johnson's words caught in his throat when Tiffany uncrossed her legs and planted both feet flat on the floor with her knees apart. She. I haven't seen it since you got up this morning." That reminds me. There's something we need to discuss, Miss Responsible Person. Your mother said that I wasn't supposed to see you naked. Although she didn't say so, I think that she intends that you not see me naked, either, so there will be no more days like yesterday, with me running around in my birthday suit with all the naughty bits flapping in the breeze. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted, because those days are over. Done. Gone."She. What the cuckold senses will transmute his being into bliss or ruin, which becomes his life long task to conquer. The domination of man by woman is sacred and should be realized if one is to understand cuckoldry in its fundamental: life existed out of the cruelty of matriarchy, therefore her influence should be mans' substance. Cuckoldry is therefore more than a simple fetish, and much more than a way of life. Its an auspicious ideal , a timeless void, a method of progression toward sexual. At that moment I became entirely too conscious of my hands and my posture. I leaned my 6”1 frame against the railing, hoping that I looked cool, but felt anything but. I ran my fingers through my wavy brown hair, hoping I didn’t look as dumb as I felt in that moment.I wasn’t sure if they were brother or sister or if she was his aunt or some other connection. This lovely vision was wearing overly large sunglasses that hid her eyes and about half her face, which made it hard for me to determine.