You lock the door after them. "You are giving me a problem, Miss Taylor," you tell me, "I assume you like this job, and need this job?" "Yes, Sir," I ...eply, "I enjoy working here." "You do know I can sack you with no problem at all," you ask, "and I am tempted to do so, but I would prefer it if we could find a mutually attractive alternative." "Thank you, Mr. Williams," I answer, eyes down and head slightly bowed. "Suppose you agree to accept punishment from me?" you smile, "and try to be more. He prepared to strike again. Suddenly the front door was kicked in. Much to Mr. Conway’s surprise, several men strode through the door, weapons armed. The one in the lead kneeled and took careful aim. A bolt of blue energy came from the end of the weapon, flinging outwards to slice into Mr. Conway’s chest. He staggered back, his shock evident on his face. Realizing that there was the possibility that what was transpiring might be interrupted before he could finish, Mr. Conway leapt towards. With her dark lipstick on and her eyes done, she smokes a cigarette and poses in the mirror for a bit, admiring how she's transformed herself into a sort of emo/punk/goth Gurl and drinks a little more, feeling bolder and bolder as the alcohol takes effect.Clothes next. Those shiny stockings with a red garter for a splash of colour. Her black skimpy panties out of which her fat clitty pokes and hardens a bit too quickly as she gets into her girdle and tightens up. Next, back to that naughty. He pulled her tighter to himself as she kissed passionately, eyes closed. She let a hand wander from cupping the side of his face, down his neck, over his muscled chest, down his side, to cup the firming gift in his pants. He guided her slowly backwards to the sofa, unfastening her bra under her sweater as they went. When the backs of her knees bumped the sofa, Evan stopped and held Cat around the waist, just looking at her face. Though always beautiful, it held the potential to look harsh and.