It turned meetings into hell when she tried to focus on work. Luckily, she only saw him twice a year, sometimes three. He certainly had no reason to b...e in her office in the middle of July. “What on earth are you doing here?”It came out more hostile than she meant to be, but she was caught off guard. Anger. Anger was good, keeping her on guard instead of swept up in his gaze. Anytime she felt like she was falling for him, she would summon up some anger and it would help her focus. It was a trick. He told me to place my hands behind my back then tied them so I could not use my hands to cover my cock.After standing there naked for a few moments as nobody was around to hurry him up, he then instructed me to continue to jog down the path. The robber took all my clothes with him so now I am now completely naked and helpless and I continue my morning jog with my cock bouncing up and down as I ran and boy I was so embarrassed and humiliated.For some odd reason while running, I had this great. I stept into her linvingroom and lay down on the couch, it was a horribly hot summer and I was wearing thin shorts and a shirt, she was wearing a almost seethrough shirt and a rather long skirt. Our beautician was not very hot, she had long dark, greayish hair and she was rather big, but so were her breasts. As she was giving me the treatment she noticed that I was very hot, so she told me to get my shirt of, and so I did.In the middle of the treatment I streched myself and by accident touched. Even though they'd been separated for almost a year, the girl hadn't changed at all. Rose longed to curl up behind her and sleep too or possibly wake her with gentle, feather-light kisses like she had so often before.Kneeling in the darkened room, Rose allowed herself a faint smirk. There would be time enough for kisses later if everything went as expected. For now, she cleared her mind and closed her eyes, willing herself to doze. Waiting well was a skill and slaves took sleep when they.