‘You can’t be serious.’ I said in response to that bit of news. ‘I’m far from perfect.’ ‘To some women, those of bad taste, you may appe...ar to be less than perfect, but to me you are.’ ‘I have to admit that, up until now, I had looked on you as the perfect P.A., but that was it. For reasons that now appear redundant, I never looked at you in any other way. In time I feel that I will appreciate you differently.’ ‘I can’t wait.’ She said softly from somewhere near my left shoulder. ‘I can’t wait.’. A moment later Jilly’s anxious face appeared at the window!We stretched out on our handcuff chain ... Sue, on the end, could just reach the window handle, which was an old cottagey non-locking handle. It was stiff, but she wrenched it with all her might, and with a screech it swivelled.A moment later Jilly had scrambled through, and was inside. She started looking in all the drawers for a key to the handcuffs. Surely they’d have come with two keys? Would they all be the same or different for. I asked her if she disclosed this to my mother or hema. She said nope and why would I do it now? Saying she left the room to do her chores. I was taken aback by this. Was she telling me that I could now ask her to proceed further?One and half hour passed, I could see that she had finished her work. She walked towards the main door of the house, opened the door and called out to me saying ” I am leaving, please lock the door from inside”. I yelled “Why don’t you take a break?”.Hearing this, she. I heard some noise from the kitchen. Glasses, ice, silence, and then there he was. Standing there, a grown black man with nothing but a robe between us. It was tied, and as much as I wished it, it didn't fall open revealing his giant cock. He had two glasses, and a grin. "God damn girl, you're going to give me a heart attack!" he laughed. I remembered what I had worn. I felt stupid. I was in short cut-offs and a tube top, looking every inch a slut. I got embarrassed and giggled uneasily. Was he.