It was like a little Easter egg hunt of things to clean up, courtesy of me.To my surprise, Sophie was unfazed, and almost seemed to relish it in fact....She trotted along politely behind me, tisking all the while, as she picked everything up that I had messed up. "Si malpropre," she giggled.Hell, I seemed to be working harder to mess up, than she was to clean up. I was quickly coming to the end of my rope and missing out on valuable golf time. Instead of getting better, they were getting worse. I. “Ever kissed a boy?” “Not yet.” Like the space what happened next could not be recounted with any accuracy but they were kissing in the kitchen, delicately at first as if the other was in fact a girl. Their lips explored delicately and then as the situation took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then tongues with the taste of salt still In Caleb’s mouth, entered the equation and now they were back in the bedroom and the boxers were being kicked off and they were on. I got out of the car and went looking for a pub. I needed a stiff drink even though it was only just half past eleven. I downed the shot of vodka in one go. Feeling somewhat fortified I made my way back to the car and thence back to my office. I checked in and was told to go see the partners. I gave a very brief account of my morning explaining that everything depended upon the post-mortem. I was taken to lunch and told in no uncertain way to keep the damage to a minimum and that a guilty plea. They had something for her to do before everyone else showed up. She was told to kneel by Mr. Frank’s desk.They hooked her hands to her belly chain, and put a blind fold on her and attached the leash to her collar. They told her to wait right there and not to move. And they also told her that she would do whatever she had to do in order to get released before classes started.Tracy was kneeling there, not knowing what would happen. Her stomach was churning with apprehension and her pussy was.