I need you to love me, to touch me; I need you to fuck me.” Without giving me any chance for a reaction, she sat back up, her hands reaching beh...ind her back. With my arms unpinned and eyes never leaving her, I quickly removed my shirt, throwing it to the side of the bed. She smiled and shook her head at me, as I heard the friendly sound of her top being unclasped. The straps became loose, falling down her shoulder, and she used one hand to keep the top pressed against her chest. Slowly. The only thing unusual about the day was that Caroline didn’t get laid again all morning long and well into the afternoon. Normally, at least one of the staff, either Reeves or Tony, the handyman, or Phoebe or Tony’s wife Jeanine, the maid, would have grinned or winked and they would have passed the time coupling with wild abandon. Caroline could always fuck or be fucked a half dozen times in any given day, from morning, through afternoon, and well into the evening and night. She was a most. “I think about you all day at work.”“And it’s the high point of my day to be greeted like this.”Jake stepped back and looked at her. She had worn the narrow gray skirt and cream knit top that any sane human resources department would ban as being too distracting to male employees. Her bruises were mostly faded. She was still wearing the brace on her left hand.“God, you are beautiful. Get on your knees and suck me off.”“Yes, master,” she said.She dropped to her knees, fished his penis from his. .Then, a shout broke the monotony."Becca, come here!" Eliza's clear, girlish voice was cheerful and inviting; Becca closed the book and headed down to the living room, poking her head in.The TV was off, Eliza and Tara had rearranged some furniture - the coffee table had been slid to the side against the wall and the futon was in front of the couch. It opened up the space, and there were makeup cases on the arm of the sofa. On the couch sat the duo.Eliza was grinning, beautiful white teeth on.