Gone was the shy teenager I knew in high school who became uncomfortable whenever I spoke to him. I thought it was cute how he would avoid eye contact... in class. No longer. This boy had become a strong and confident man who was taking me on a journey of sexual self-discovery that was mind-blowing.He had brought out a submissive side of me that I always suspected was there but never got in touch with. He would push against my sexual boundaries and every time he did, the results were terrific. “I like that.” As she spoke, Joy discreetly unfastened another on her button-down blouse, revealing a tiger-print bra that barely contained her breasts. She smiled. Almost immediately and without any due recourse, my manhood took immediate notice on the enticement. I stepped over to my office door and locked it. When I turned around, Joy was leaning against my desk, her hands beside her, on my desk, smiling. Her blouse was completely open in the front. “You know,” I began, “this is. I was debating what to have, frankly." Your mind whirls with the possibility of what you'd like to have - but you're just not sure - yet."Well, I set a sauce to simmer since lunch, so I only have to set the pasta to water. Would you mind grabbing a bottle of Zinfandel on your way over?" No, not at all. I'll leave now. See you in a short bit then."With that said, we ring off our connections and you dash to make a few quick changes to your "at home" attire. When you're by yourself, you don't like. I had not stopped to grab anything to eat, but food was not going to satisfy my body anyway.I tossed my keys in the tray on the counter, flipped through my mail (all junk), and poured a much needed glass of bourbon on ice. Since Heather would not be getting off work for about another hour, I knew Tatiana must still be watching Tara. I went back to Heather's room and exchanged a few pleasantries with Tatiana as she played with the baby before finally getting on the other side of my bedroom.