”“Use me as your whore, Sir. If it amuses you to piss in my mouth, then do it please,” I offered politely. He didn’t hesitate to use my face a...s a urinal. He told me that I did well and that I would need to learn not to spill any when some ran down my tits again. “I want you to start pissing in your food dish from now on,” he said.I swallowed his flavor. His piss reminded me of the taste of stale corn-pop cereal. “Should I piss without being told to do so, Sir?” I said.“No, when you get ready to. ." WHAT?" Marcie screamed."I'm getting ahead of myself. After we got back to the apartment I suggested that we go for a run. Megan pulled something in her upper thigh and..." I don't want to hear any more. I know just what she pulled. I can tell you exactly what happened." Okay, what happened?" She pulled something that required a massage. How am I doing so far?" She showered, and then I showered. She gave me some lotion and told me where the pull was.Marcie sighed. "Oh, Sammy, I see where this. It probably means more to me than it does to you. I just need to be ready for it so I can fully appreciate it."Again I just looked at her. "So what you're saying is that you want to work for a few years more than we've planned?" I asked."No Rence," she snapped. "You're not listening to me. Shit, this is hard. I'd quit working today if I could. You like your job. You love what you do. I just go to work to give me something to do while you aren't home. I get lonely here in the house when you're. After several cups of coffee, I had calmed down enough for rationalthought. I left my office and returned to the foyer, and sought out myerstwhile captor, who I cornered.I held out my hand."Hello, I really am Frances!" My chuckle sounded like a girly giggle.He took my hand briefly."And I am Keith," he grinned as he realised my fear and anger were longgone.I turned to return to my office and heard his parting words."Best-looking and sexiest managing director I ever saw!" he mused aloud.- - -.