Cavendish was new to active involvement in the bdsm scene, he’d long harboured a burning desire to air his fetish, but had never had the courage to ...enture into those dark areas of the community where debauchery was openly advertised. Then when consorting with a colleague from the lower echelons of the business he worked at, during a drunken evening in which the alcohol had allowed him to border on the edges of that desire during a lurid conversation on sex, he had found himself attending a. "Stop this, Myriam," I said. "I haven't come here to hear bull shit. It was you who forced me to leave, remember?"Her gaze didn't move an inch. "Did I?" she asked. "I never would have done that."I rose. "This is getting us nowhere, Myr. You have been fucking around on me for years. Then you turned into a full-time whore the moment I left you — and still you want me to love you? Now, either you explain this crazy nightmare to me or I'm out of here."Her hand was up. She touched me. I recoiled.. Her dive had broken his spell, leaving him breathless and staring at the place she'd just been, his cock throbbing and pressing hard against the metal zipper of his jeans. He'd known she was beautiful, but he hadn't realized just how beautiful until seeing her bathed in the moonlight."But you're trespassing, Sara. Don't you think there should be some penalty, or maybe a cost for you using my property without my say?" He held the clothes up and over the water, acting as if he would drop them in. Blalock, If there is some problem with my work please let me know in writing so that I may reference it in correcting my errors. I have no desire to learn any tricks from you and gladly look forward to no longer working with you at all as soon as I can find a suitable position elsewhere. We both know what really happened and while I have no illusion that justice will ever be served I will not have any relationship with you other than a strictly professional one. You can just stop.