" "You had nothing to do with it?" She pushed me back a little, holding me at arms length with an incredulous look on her face. "Roger! That's ridicul...ous!" That sounded genuine. But Chantelle also stood to benefit from Sylvia's downfall. She gets to humiliate her. She owns her. "You understand I work with this woman. I have a legitimate interest here." She sighed and her hands dropped to her lap and she fidgeted with one of her rings. I still held her by the shoulders. When she spoke, it. Standing in front of the mirror, again, naked and excited. When I stripped away the terror of the risk I took, what remained was the memory, the feeling of being fucked … finally, fucked. The feelings come back with fierce recognition and chilling excitement. New thoughts fight for consideration. Pushing aside the ever-present terror and fear for brief moments, the desire to relive those feelings come rushing in. In those moments, surrounded by the fear, was the recognition of fulfillment.. I could barely control myself. I did up the buckle and put her foot a little closer to my face than I needed to. After that, every day she would tease me by taking off her shoes while she sat at her desk. She would spin in her chair to face me and speak to me. She could see the bulge in my pants every time. After three weeks of teasing, she asked me to accompany her for a walk after work. As we walked we discussed fetishes, mostly in the abstract. Then she asked me if I had any fetishes. I. When he finally stood up, arms full, he saw the woman still sitting there…and, of all things, she was smiling! Shocked by this, he could only think he’d somehow knocked her senseless. Oh, my God, he thought, I’ll need to get her to a hospital! Slowly, the woman’s hand came up. ‘Well, the least you could do, Charlie, is help me up!’ Not knowing how to accomplish this at first, he looked around for something to put the produce into, but finding nothing, he shoved it all to one side, holding onto.