This wasn't their first mistake, and I needed to fire them. I was far from being ready to fire them; I needed an escape, something to put me in a bett...er mood. My husband must've read my mind. He shut and locked the door to my private office area. I felt myself getting wet as he stroked my face, brushing a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I sighed softly as he gently nibbled on my ear. He picked me up in his arms and I straddled his lap when he sat in my chair. He removed my shirt and. Matt never made it to anything more than a High School reserve quarterback, and the reason for this had been that he’d lacked the concentration and commitment to follow through on his instincts through disciplined preparation. If he’d worked through all of the permutations, God only knew what Lyla would have experienced. A burst of pure brilliance, perhaps. But before that could occur, in the sack at least, he’d begin to lose control, and the slow, delicious plunges would become more frantic.. " But this one is kinda gay," he said."I thought so too at first," I admitted. "But as I did a bit more research I began to realize it was just another branch of a man's sexuality and there was no reason why it couldn't be another branch of mine too." Do you have fantasies I don't know about?" he asked."Maybe," I smiled, coyly batting my eyes."Tell me," he said."Well, I'd be lying if I told you the idea of munching on a nice shaved snatch didn't turn me on," I replied wickedly."That can be. “I'm eager to see the whip you decorated for me.”Ophelia brought Mistress Flavia the whip, and she inspected it carefully. “These are tight knots, Chris. And I like the way you’ve left an extra inch of leather on the tip of the tail in case the hides stretch a bit.”Mistress Flavia began swinging the whip around. It sliced through the air with a menacing hiss.“I think the washers and nuts give it a nice heft,” Ophelia said. “I can’t wait to see you beat Chris with it.”“Thank you, Ophelia.”Then,.