" came my response to her. "Well, phew! I thought you were going to spank me over your knees or something" she said with a just a hint of disappointme...nt. "Actually, Mrs. Jones, if I do recall correctly, Mr. Jones did say to make sure you didn't get into any trouble. I don't think I would count this as a major problem" Before I could actually finish my last sentence she had grabbed my half-filled bottle and dropped it on the floor in front of me - and the dance began. "You've crossed the line. I used to study till late in the night. Once when I went to kitchen for water at around 1 am in the night, I looked in to Rekha’s room. Rekha was sound asleep. She was wearing a red skirt and a black shirt top on that day.That was her usual dress at home, skirt and a shirt top with buttons in front. I went in to her room. She was sleeping casually as only me and her were at home. Her red skirt was positioned in such a way that I could see her full legs totally.Rekha was fair in colour. Her legs. Marcy even bought the filing system for them.I was ready close down the computers and go to the house with the girls, when my phone rang one more time.“Jones”“Ambassador Jones, Johnson Black; I made some calls and I found the response time for Mr. Pope’s office to be unacceptable and changes are being made as we speak. Mr. Pope will call you personally to apologize for the long wait and the response from the north-east service center personnel to your request.”“There is a standing policy that. All I have to do is be on call and ready when ever he needs me to care for his sexual desires, or if there is a party to go to, to go as his escort.I and him would sign a discloser that either of us could use our relationship against each other. There were ni limits what I could do to him sexual. he wanted anything I could image to do with him, he would never question anything, and he would allow me to be the "boss" of him.He asked me to do things with him, that even if they hurt to try it on.