Mrs. Maines loves to call me Cook, because that's what everybody around here calls me. I was called Cook in the Navy for twenty years, and now I prefe...r it to my real name.David, it is a pleasure to meet you, sir. Thank you for what you did for the Maines family. It was very brave and noble if you ask me."Cook was in her early fifties, stout with a friendly smile, and a strong grip. Something told me she was here for more than her culinary specialties. Unless I was mistaken, she could break a. “How’s the writing coming along, sweetie?” She asked, walking around the desk.“See for yourself, honey,” I answered, showing a half-dozen unfinished sentences on the screen. I took a taste of gold liquid from my glass while eyeing the padded cuffs, blindfold and knot gag in her hands.“What do you intend to do, darling?” I asked, as she turned me around and straddled my lap. Joy took the drink from my hand and in one fell swoop, drained the glass of its contents. Reaching over, she put the glass. Laura moaned a little and said "Mmmm, you're so crazy" as Jack worked his way up Laura's smooth golden ankles and calves, gently massaging, stroking and kissing all the way up her smooth, tantalizing thighs. He unzipped his zipper discreetly and slowly, pulling out his now rock-hard, manhood to stroke himself at the same time, saying to Laura, "You okay? Here comes your somethin'" "Mmm-hmm," Laura replied in a half-dazed, yet pleasured response...Jack smoothly opened Laura's goddess-like legs. I reach out and feel the warmth of your body through the silk shift. You moan softly and roll sleepily onto your back. You remain motionless, breathing slowly. I hold my breath, and let my hand drift up your belly to your softly rising breasts. I feel your nipple pressed against my fingertips. You moan again and your eyes flicker briefly as I massage your voluptuous breasts. You are so lovely, so young. Your sexuality calls out to me, tortures me. One of your legs rolls slowly outward as if to.