Yes, moved in a couple weeks ago. I didn't know the building had anything like that, though Demie wouldn't care..." I stopped talking.Ron arched an ey...ebrow. "Yes?"I could hardly explain to this stranger that my demon lover wouldn't care about an exercise room because she didn't need to exercise. I shrugged at him. The elevator arrived on the second floor, and Ron stepped out.He turned back, holding the door. "I'm in 1310 if you're interested in a cup of tea, Tom, or I just got a Playstation 4. She immediately suggested I should share her oral skill with other guys which sounded great to me because I was sure she was going to rock their worlds the same way she had been doing with me. So I arranged for her to give oral to my friends, to some of my old coworkers, to my cousins, and lots and lots of strangers. They all said she was the best they'd ever had. Those were great times. I would brag about her oral skill in bars and if they wanted proof, she'd happily demonstrate and it was no. Maybe both."Then, briskly, "Molly and Maria, come and help me make the lunch whileAnnabelle has a word."Annabelle released me, telling me to bend over the back of the leathersofa. She was matter-of-fact. "Georgie is going to beat you now with ariding crop. It's going to hurt. A lot. She's going to beat you fifteentimes. Three for each of us; and with every stroke I want you to say,'Thank you, Miss Georgie, for beating me. I deserve to be punished. I am aninsolent maid.' When your punishment is. “You are unusually quiet today,” I said, as she came out of the water, and over to where she had left her towel, on the chair, next to mine.“Oh sorry. Just preoccupied with a lot on my mind,” she answered.“Well if you think talking about it will help, I am here.” I informed her.“I have a work-related problem.” She informed me. “The company is offering me a promotion and pay raise.”“Doesn’t sound like much of a problem.” I responded.“The problem is that I would have to go to head office, for two.