Her juices were beginning to make her legs sticky. Her nipples were covered in sweat, turning into hard hot little knots. Clenching her fist she tried... to clear her blurring mind. She looked at him, headless of the poor girl next her and begged him. “Stop…please stop…ohhhh” The waitress shifted her weight. Looking a little flushed she finished writing and left. The vibration ceased, she collapsed into the chair. Seconds later she was still barely able to sit up. Whispering not to draw attention.. He looks me over one last time. There is no sympathy or even pity in his eyes, no emotion at all, he was simply looking me over for something worth taking. Seeing nothing he turns and leaves without a word.It is quiet for a time. The woman slowly gets to her hands and knees. Silently she dresses. She is turned away from me, trying to salvage some shred of dignity despite what had happened. She repeatedly and angrily swipes away tears from her cheeks and eyes. She sniffs a hard breath in through. .. I might be wrong, though I doubt that I am ... that there are a lot of reasons why a company might have to grow or die.“For one, I think that management fails to remember what made the company successful. I think they forget about customer need, customer service, and quality; in order to pursue a profit.“I suggest that our business academicians might be better served to investigate those reasons, rather than prescribing a bandage that masks the true issues.”“Everyone knows that a business. Moments later I was kneeling beside the tub bathing her, wearingpantyhose, stockings and her bustier, with the heels of course, and thewhite lace gloves, which I was still not allowed to remove.She slid into the deep bathwater with a contented sigh, the steam wasfilling the air. I stroked her soft leg slowly and as my fingers moved upher thigh innocently asked, "Are you going to stick your toe in thefaucet again?"She giggled and shook her head. "Wash me Alex."I am not going to go into more.