They all leaned slightly forward, craningtheir necks surreptitiously. She knew she was giving themjust what they wanted -- a nice long look. She whisp...ered lowfor their ears alone, "Come on guys. It's my first day and myboss is watching. Give me a break okay?"Robyn's gamble paid off; one of the guys had at least a touchof class. He straightened in his seat and said, "We'll justhave a pitcher and an order of nachos for now. Thanks."Robyn smiled her gratitude. "Coming right up!"She all but skipped. Thats when she began to noticed me. I even made note that her and her husband parked in the same commuter lot as me. And one time while we were on the train i struck up a casual conversation with her husband while all the while staring at her like meat. Eventually one morning I slipped my business card into her purse on the train and she looked at me and shook her head in disappointment .She was not happy about that.There were times however when she would arrive on a train or 2 ahead of her. ." and she cut me off."I prefer Mrs. Portly." I don't give a rats ass as to what you prefer. As I was saying, what upsets me most about this is that a long term and loyal employee got shafted on this deal. And I'll tell you right now that your attitude sucks. The lowest seniority on the floor is eight years and they got along without you up till now just fine. A lot of them are male chauvinist pigs and a good portion of them are from the South and have never worked for or with a woman, let. All the chatting used to get me dripping, but just fingering couldn’t quench my thirst. I am glad that you’re here for the weekend. Use me as you want, I am all yours, master,” she said as she bent down and started kissing my feet. It was great to see a reader turned slave in total submission.The married woman’s tongue glided over my toes and she licked nicely. I pulled her hair and made her stare up at me. I pulled her closer and made her sit between my legs.She stared up at me, like a hungry.