Mark would always fuck me better when I would come up with some kind of story involving another woman, so needless to say it became a regular part of ...ur sex life. Mark would also talk about me being with another man, which I found intriguing but he seemed to enjoy the idea of that more than me being with another woman!! After talking about naughty and dirty scenarios for a while, Mark mentioned several times that we should actually try doing some of the fantasy ideas. I told him that it would. They would place the Mathom arms above their doorway in recognition of that fact. They would be honour bound to shelter anybody of close affiliation to the House beneath their roof and in return would be granted the right of shelter at the Hall in perpetuity. They would be expected to conduct themselves as befitting the dignity of bonded slaves of the House of Mathom. Their duties and responsibilities would be explained to them in due course and these would be morally obligatory. They would. It wasn't always like that. Before old man Hawking retired, I had the most boring secretarial job in the company. Then my new boss showed up, and all that changed. We were all wondering what he'd be like. All we knew was that his name was Mr. John, and that he was relocating from our London office. I was particularly worried, not knowing if I would be kept on, or be sent back down to the secretarial pool. Finally the big day came. I wore my best suit. Midnight blue to bring out my eyes,. "Drinking isn't the only thing you're serious about?"She put her hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my dark hair. Her tongue slid in my mouth as we kissed again.Be bold. It kept running through my mind.I put a hand on her hip and slid up her tight torso until I found one of her tits. I paused to squeeze it. Then I moved over and quickly opened the top button of her vest. I could see her bra."You're proud of these, aren't you?" I asked rhetorically."Who wouldn't be?" she.