He sat at the kitchen table, alone and lost in his thoughts, his head cradled in his right hand, elbow supporting him from the table.He was thinking, ...emembering the events of the past weekend, what a weekend it had been.Every so often, the company would organize a management-bonding event, designed to make the middle managers of the organization a more cohesive team. The events ranged from paint balling to orienteering and everything in between. Mostly, they were a laugh and a pretty good piss. Wondering if the bullshit was worth it, annoyed at her mood, he weighed the situation. It's harmless and I'm tired of it! He wasn't the only one pissed, she could of blown her top right there. If she didn't want him she would of found her way home and on to another life right then. Times were tough. She struggled with any worry she brought him. What the hell? Friday nights with him and her! Friday and the food is brought over. She serves his lady and goes to fetch his meal. Bending at the. And not only that - she was doing it like she had practice. And he was learning this only by accident.After a nice evening with some nice slow sensible sex to top it off, the morning was fast and intensive. Taking kids to school, kisses, see you tonight... and than he remembered that today he had three meetings in different parts of town and free mid-day period. He planned to ask her to go get lunch with him around 1 PM but he forgot. So he decided to go to her lab and surprise her. But he was. "Yes, Mistress Shelly," he grunted in a meek tone... not for having to be corrected by his mistress but to do it in front of his daughter and hearing her start to giggle again. His frustration made him pull at the cords around his wrists again but with no more success than earlier. In fact, it felt like they were becoming tighter by the minute."I'm glad we have an understanding, Maxine. You paid for my services and I would be remiss if I didn't fulfill your wishes to the best of my abilities..