Hearing Mrs. Jackson call him Massa only made the thoughts more lewd, lurid and depraved. A collar, a leash, and a barn house, as if it were the 1700s.... Hearing footsteps, fun time was interrupted. It didn’t take long to make herself look presentable again and walk with purpose to her office.Locking the door, pleasurable moans escaped from quivering lips. She did everything she could to not orgasm in the hallway. Her expensive pants were wet now, drenched from her squirting. The ice queen was. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at [email protected] or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged. For Alexandra, it had been a very good meeting. . I don't know anything about you and your husband so I don't know what to say." Why would that make a difference?" I'm doing what I do because I found out that Jake was cheating on me and I'm doing it to get back at him. I can do it because once I found out he was a cheating bastard I washed my hands of him. The love is gone. So is the 'like'. I pretend that everything is fine between us so he will support me while I stab him in the back every chance I get. I don't know that what I'm doing would. "So I've missed out on the champagne," she moaned."Poor thing," said Jerry. "There may be a flat dribble in the bottom of the bottle.Zoë growled and then smiled at him and Emma. "Aren't you both thrilled?" Yes, sweety, very," replied Emma."Lots of mooning about and calves' eyes though?" They've actually been pretty good," said Jerry."Shame on you! said Zoë to Joanna and Simon."We haven't had time," protested Joanna.The telephone rang. It was Tricia for Simon."Congratulations, Simon dearest!".