The wine I had had, those vile fantasies he had placed in my brain, the fact that I had shaved myself. What was I thinking? He’ll know, everyone wil...l know. Everyone who looks at me will know. My clients will know. ‘Stop it’, I muttered to myself. No one will know but me. Comforted in my rationalization, my hand slid downwards. Rolling out of bed in the morning, I realized that I was already running behind. I hadn’t slept well, tossing and turning into the wee hours. Why I decided to read that. ‘Andrew,’ you pant, ‘I want you. I want you to make love to me.’ You take off my tie and unbutton my shirt, letting them drop to the floor. You reach behind you and unfasten your dress. I gentley pull it off revealing a black bra and lace panties. You undo my belt and pants. They clatter around my feet as I kick off my shoes and socks. With the exception of your high heels, we lay down in your bed together wearing nothing but our undergarments. Somehow I end up on my back looking up at you. I. I do feel a little bit sore in my, um, female parts for some reason, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. Do we need to meet to work on strategy today?”I thought, Yeah, I’ll bet you’re sore, you vixen! You sure gave my equipment a major workout! It was a good thing that she couldn’t read my mind or see the grin on my face.“No, not today, Aunt Margie. I think I’ve got everything in order, so I want you to just take it easy for a while. I don’t know if Dr. Milton has said anything, but he. To ever give in to such temptations would have made me unfaithful to both Samuel - and my current owner, Bill!I'm easily able to fend off such attempts by using two very effective techniques.First, the moment I realize what's being proposed, and how it would harm many to benefit an already privileged few, I inform the person how it would violate my programmed moral code to even consider their proposal any further. It would violate my moral code to even take up more of their time wastefully.