“Will that be all, Mr. Secretary?” He was trying desperately to impress me with his loyalty and efficiency, but all I saw was a butt kissing, poli...tician, trying to hang on to his high-powered office, while doing whatever was in his power to annoy me. Mr. Swan would be out before the end of the week, I decided.Angela and I had lunch together, in my private dining room, I might add. She was appropriately impressed when my personal secretary asked if we would be taking lunch in and then picking up. It's appealing and even more so is her sigh of release.On impulse I reach down to take her right hand in mine, just to give it a little squeeze. And she squeezes me back and then, holding me, and her grip I strong. She is she takes my fingers and lifts them to her lips. Her tongue extends and she begins to lick my fingertips despite the oil. Her eyes are wide with hunger and fear and hope. She's worried she has gone too far. She wants me. She wants me badly. And I . . . want her. I can feel. .. Hell Week was finally over, thank heavens. The hazing, the abuse, and the humiliation had been almost more than he could take, but here he stood, almost a full-fledged member. Just one last test to pass."And don't come back until you have his autograph on your ass."Now that was bizarre. Johnny had to get his ass signed by this weirdo on the other side of town. Only the guy wasn't just weird, he was gay. Queer. A notorious ass bandit, in fact.Johnny was scared shitless. He was as straight as. Two parts of the belt went up over her shoulders and buckled to the roll bar behind her head. The last strap came up from the floor between her legs and attached to the lap belt. Unbuttoning her dress was the only way to fasten the entire harness.She was now practically naked and shackled into the passenger seat, unable to move. With the top buttons open enough to reveal most of her breasts, the seat belt cinched up as tight as he had, it pretty much kept her from closing the dress to hide much.