“No Annie, you can’t, but you asked that question for a reason. Just spit out whatever you thought would piss me off.”“Well, I’m sorry I sai...d anything if just the idea of the question makes you get your ire up. Just forget it; I’ll deal with the problem myself.”“Now you are getting me pissed. Just tell me what you wanted to tell me, I can’t promise I won’t get mad, but if you don’t tell me, I will be mad. You have about 10 seconds to decide if you’re going to try to chance my anger and tell me,. “You don’t want to say?”“I would prefer not, sergeant. My former colleagues would not approve, so I shall say it was not the SBS.”“Damn. SAS?” He stared at me. I set my face and did not answer. He went back to thinking, then said, “Is your name really Jeeves?”I responded, “I work for Jeeves and Company, and all their butlers use the name Jeeves as a professional signature in our work. If you need any ... personal ... information about me, you must ask the Company. They will reassure you of my. Even though I have a definite fondness for cock, I am biologically designed to appreciate a woman, especially when they have gone to a lot of effort to make themselves look gorgeous. A small handful of the women like to hit a few of the bars afterwards on a Friday afternoon, a few big glasses of wine ensuring the stress and boredom of the working week is washed away with a bottle or two of vino. I have my own way of getting rid of the stress from work...As I stand in the bedroom, my body still. She cupped a hand over each breast, perhaps to stop the milk that was still dribbling from her nipples, or perhaps to sooth them after my rough handling and energetic sucking. She looked absolutely ravishing standing there. She'd kicked her shoes off at some point, so she was completely naked except for the short skirt that flared out from her trim waist. She was still breathing hard and her full, pouty lips were trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.There was a heavy patchwork quilt folded.