"Sorry Sir, I was just..."He cut her off with a wave of his hand."Sorry Sir," he mimicked in a whiny voice, "It's just that I am so fucking stupid I c...n not do as I am told!" His voice hardened again."I have told you, that sad pathetic little man is of no concern to you. You will not humour him by replying to his c***dish rants. All that does is make him believe that he is getting to you. Which he's not. He can do nothing to you that you have not already done to yourself many, many times over. She wasinitially concerned since she was usually the first one home, but Ireassured her that all was well and that I had an exciting eveningplanned. She had assumed, fairly, that I had completely forgotten aboutthe occasion (it wouldn't have been the first time), but this romanticturnaround impressed her even more than if she had known it was coming.Dinner, I have to say, was prepared perfectly. Diane told me it wasorgasmic, and I said with a mischievous grin "That part comes later."We ate. No emotions, no concerns about relationship, it was purely about getting off. I guess because of the way I am wired, I like getting people off as much as I like getting off myself. It is a powerful feeling of control when you make someone cum. And making a basically straight guy cum, for someone who has never had any interest in men other than for getting off, it is even more intense. Having control of their most private physical act, the secrecy of it....mmmmm.... It is pretty fucking. Two brown skinned men, black haired, muscular, both perfectly attired in awell-tailored blue suit, and I'd say sternly looking at my?charms. ?Would you please stand up, madam? This apparel of yours doesn't fit at allwith Hotel's as well Law's standards. Haven't you seen the posted Warning?? Meanwhilehis colleague was draping a long black silk cape over my shoulders. ?Sure I did and also thought it was a simple threat not to be really put inaction. Maybe I was?terribly wrong.? I answered,.