The folder withmy "special" letters and e-mails and stories and, of course, thosephotographs - the ones with me "dressed", were on her lap, and shecer...tainly understood what she had. She complimented me on how well Icould pass, what a girl I was. My career was over, if she wanted it tobe, or it could become whatever she wanted.Rhonda somehow got control of community relations and had metransferred from operations, now her uncontested domain. Then, shetransferred me to an admin office she had set. Only JW, I thought.“My guests.” I said. “A surprise.”“Amelia?” said the man. It was obvious he was speaking to our chauffeur. “Have you retrieved their luggage?”“Yes, Mr. Kwan.”“Please to assist Mary,” Mr. Kwan instructed her.“Yes, Mr. Kwan.” She disappeared in the nether regions of the apartment.“Master J and Miss Cyn are at the boat,” Mr. Kwan said. “If you wish, I can send for them.”“I prefer that my guests are made comfortable. How do I find the boat?”“Never say you would walk!” He was. "It needs some lubrication" I smiled and Natalie then opened her mouth and started sucking on my cock.She ran her mouth up and down my length, stroking my cock with her tongue and dribbling large amounts of saliva all over my cock until after a few minutes my cock was dripping wet."That will do nicely" I grinned and then moving back round the table I stood behind her again, I gently pulled her round cheeks apart and then nudged it up against her asshole.She gasped feeling the tip rubbing her. I would beg him to come over, desperate each time with need. Yet after, I often felt empty and spent and lost.On impulse, I called Art and asked if he could come over."Are you OK - you sound kind of funny?" Art asked, sounding concerned."I'm OK," I lied. "But can you come over now?"When he said he'd be over in about half an hour, I finally got up the strength to head towards the shower.My hair was still wet, and I was half-way through changing the sheets on the bed, when Art came in.He helped.