“Very pleased to meet you, ma’am.”“Likewise, John. You seem to have impressed Jeeves, here.”“Really, ma’am? I had no idea of that. I was...just being myself, the poor injured ex-soldier, looking for a civilian job.”“A lot more than that, John. Jeeves gave me a signal with his face as he came in. My employees can be quite subtle in how they convey information. I should have thought that your signals expertise would have warned you.”“Indeed, ma’am. It was just that I was not expecting such. ...and was probably married. He was staring at me. Any other guy and I would of freaked, but I felt flattered inside. We had talked a bit the week before, and like now, I couldn’t stop looking at his lips and wondering what it would be like to kiss them. He asked how payroll was coming. I knew that was a joke and then some. The week before I had spent two hours trying to figure out the program and fix some of its quirks, all without a manual. The good thing was that he kept finding a reason to. I hooked my fingers into the top of her lace panties and pulled down slowly. A thin line of blonde pubic hair appeared as I pulled them further down. Wow! A genuine blonde! I pulled them right off down her legs and there she was, lying naked before me. She had what's known as a landing strip of pubic hair, a trimmed thin line of hair that stopped just above the start of her slit. The rest of her cunt was completely bare of hair. I looked up at her and smiled."Just the way I like it," I. . Oh, John, oh... you don't know what you are doing to me. Oh, please don't stop, please... " Deep inside me my taut nerves start to sing. A low moaning, like the wind singing through the telephone wires on a deadly quiet winter evening precursing the coming of a heavy winter storm, starts to escape from my lips. My eerie moan is lost in the sound of spray beating on my back before it slides over my hips and down my legs to disappear into the swirling drain. The sharp, pungent smell of my.