June was thinking along the same lines. She didn’t know what her father remembered about his time asleep, but if he remembered anything at all, she ...idn’t want him talking about it in front of the girls.“Yes!” barked June, making everyone in the room jump. She shot a conspirator’s look at Betty. “Of course a girl sometimes has secrets. It’s nice to know my father is a gentleman.” she added.The two new arrivals didn’t relax so much as wilt while standing there, darting looks around as if to see. New to the job, Mr. Roberts, or Jack as he preferred to be called, admitted his reliance on me. I prepared his daily schedule, research, and reports and reviewed with him the things he needed to accomplish. I didn’t fetch his coffee, straighten his tie, or feed him stupid compliments like some secretaries do for their bosses. I was always straight up with him, except that I found him exceptionally attractive. But he was my boss, and he was married, so I kept my thoughts of him locked inside. Anyway I was in their hands and just kept still, and I actually began to enjoy my 'treatment.' I thought Irene was finished when she stopped shaving me, and she ran her hand over to check her handiwork. She said something to her assistant who then placed a hot cloth over my pussy for a few moments, and then after it was removed I was again lathered with the shaving brush. She said something to those holding me and I felt my legs being pulled further back and apart, then she shaved over my pussy. I thought it was a bit overboard and he could've easily just taken me to a sports place so he could at least watch sports. But no, he took me to a nice place and was so wonderful. We both ate a fantastic meal, shared a few glasses of wine, and went back home. It was a wonderful night and I thought to myself that maybe Craig was just having a bad day and that he was a rather nice guy. So I decided I wouldn't move out. Over the next couple months, things were easy. I'd work, Craig would work..