So after an hour of torturous self-control I gave in to my unmet needs and called an Office Support Girl into my office for “service with her smile....”It is a fact that guys spend far too much time chasing pussy. In the City of Angels that includes to many married men. Pussy is worse than drugs, it is expensive, time-consuming, and dangerous, especially for lawyers. (Time is money and billable hours rule our life, so time spent chasing pussy - by guys who think they are too smart so they take. And yet I somehow felt this was one of those "stretching the boundary" type of things that Master was curious to find out if I was willing to do. I honestly believed I could have very easily passed on it, and he'd have supported me. But I knew in doing so ... he would have displeased his favored guests.I had in fact considered my options, but then merely nodded my head in his direction after everyone else had cleared out. What I received back in response to that was a small, yet very pleased. " Jennifer said hotly, but still in a subdued voice. "I'm not getting anything up my ass."Bill turned his head slowly to look directly at Jennifer. He seemed very angry for a moment and then he nodded slowly, and looked back outside.Jennifer realized she had screwed up. She wasn't supposed to talk to him like that, but she was still annoyed that he had made such a decision without her input. She turned on her chair and crossed her arms. She was angry and she knew it. She noticed something out. I moved closer again, I stepped on my tiptoes, my arms wrapped around his neck. I started grinning. "Put those cuffs back on." He grinned back and fastly put them back on. I pushed myself up again to give him another kiss - pushing him backward at the same time. He fell right on the bed and quickly slid off his shoes. I moved back to door and pushed it shut. I still grinned at him. This is going to be good, I thought to myself. "Watch this," I told him and moved a little closer towards the bed..