. PLEASEE don't... PLEASE... i'm not gay!" "Well if not, you will be when this is done". She pointed at her open laptop and told me it was all being r...corded. Daymean had stopped with his big head inside me.... He looked at her and asked how she wanted him to proceed. " Don't make love to him, i want him FUCKED, HARD. I want to hear him scream and cry the little pervert". Her last order to me before she sat back and watched and laughed was - "my eyes. look straight into my eyes. i swear i'll. She fell completely into the water.Me: Amy! Are you all right?Amy: I’m soaking wet!Me: What happened?Amy: I tripped over a stone. I think.What? She’s not wearing a bra! I could clearly see her nipples as her t-shirt was wet. I have to cover her before everyone sees that.Me: Oh honey! It was my fault! Here. Take my coat.She took and wore it immediately.Amy: Thanks, dad!Me: It’s getting late, maybe we should call it a day.Amy: Okay.Me: I don’t want to leave you alone, so I’m going to walk you to. “What do you make, Dean?”“Enough. What do you do, Jasmine?”“I’m the Personal Assistant to Mr. James Moody, CEO of Blanche Industries.”She said it with pride, like I was supposed to know who that was. I had no idea, and decided to ruffle her feathers a little. “A Personal Assistant? Is that like a glorified secretary?”She flamed red, and Lindsey couldn’t help herself, giggling at her reaction. “I assure you, it’s much more than that, and the pay is much better. Plus, I get to meet and socialize. As they set there in front of my partner and I, naked, tied up quite securely, I will roll up the chair I use and set down between their wide spread legs and begin my work. I use the word 'work', but it's not like the sort of 'work' you do at a job; so maybe I should call it my 'hobby'; and that would be true. The 'work' will be done by the young man himself, more than by me. And the pay-off? The reward for all that hard work I am going to put him through, is an orgasm, of course! However, this.