I looked down at myself, my black lace panties with matching black corset, I would pay for being clothed but I wanted to. The cuffs were slack on my w...ists, I knew they would soon be tightened. I looked behind me at the table of toys and my wetness grew in my panties. The door opened, I turned my head sharply to see him as he entered, dressed all in black and his top clinging to him to show off his impressive arms. A smirk touched his lips for a second and then vanished. “Naughty girl. You. Then the perfect opportunity arose. I hadn't taken a sick daysince I had started, and there was a project that had to becompleted the next day. I called in sick, saying I had the flu,knowing full well that it would reflect badly on Helen if theproject was late, and that no one else knew anything about it."Sorry, Helen," I said, "but there's just no way I can make itin today." She was practically screaming at me that I wasirresponsible, that I had to come in, that I was worthless. Shecontinued. My hands slowly pull her pussy open, and I press my tongue hard against her swollen clit. She slightly gasps as her eyes close and hand runs through my hair. I begin to move my tongue up and down against her clit, pressing hard against it as I feel her breath quicken. Her hips begin to move with mine as I move a little faster, rolling my tongue deep and hard against her clit. She bucks faster, moaning louder as my tongue moves with her body. I feel the juices covering my tongue as I lick faster. As much as I enjoyed this, I tried not to let it go any further than this innocent “play.” At the time, I didn’t think Chloe was emotionally ready for any more physical complications, and I struggled with my desire to make sure the physical relationship didn’t progress.*****When Chloe came to live with me, I was single, well-traveled, and owner of my own growing construction business. I was a big man, tall, hard-muscled, brown hair, and steely grey eyes, reasonably good looking, and had before.