But there wasn’t time enough. He turned her and bent her onto hands and knees and fumbled with his buttons. He stared at her backside; the dark crev...ice dividing her cheeks, definite as an axe-cut. That view had haunted him. He levered out his cock behind her and pressed himself inside her and everything was known and intimate. A swelling that was more than physical; it was an urge to know, to understand, to hold the hand inside her. He built up a physical rhythm against her that sounded like. When Jerry and Kitty Carstairs came over to visit us, it was easy to see that they had become part of the L.A. lifestyle. From the clothes they were wearing and the way they were speaking, it was easy to see they had both become acclimated to their new lives in Tinsel town. Gary seemed the same as he was back in Kansas though, except for his being more self assured and confident than I remembered him being before they had left.Jerry had finished his screenplay, and had been hired to write. Since I was already there I decided to go into my office and pick my lunch box that I had left there. I entered the store and lock the door behind me then I climbed the stairs leading to my office.As I walked in the hall I could see light underneath Mr. Kingston's door.There was nothing unusual about this since he often worked late. But as I passed in front of his door I heard a voice coming from his office, it was a woman's voice.I knew that it wasn't Mary since she had left before I had.Could. Deb.” She barkedI was shocked but I replied “yes Ms. Deb”She smiled and said “Good, you’re a fast learner”She sat down in a chair and crossed her legs. She said “rule number two, you do what I say or there will be a penalty.”“What kind of penalty?” I asked“Why did you not say yes Ms. Deb, slave?” She yelled “I will give you a penalty later”“Yes Ms. Deb” I said thinking to myself what have I got into, do I really want to do this?“The last rule is, after anything happens you say thank you.” .