"MMM yes, you will be a real good cock sucker with alittle practice, don't you think so Greg?" Sara asked. "No doubt, Sara,he/she has potential. Now t...ell that pathetic excuse of a sissy to trulystart giving me a real blow job and to stop playing around!" MasterGreg demanded. Out of no where came a riding crop and I felt the wind asecond before the crop bit into my sissy ass with enough force to makeme drop Master Greg's cock from my mouth and scream in to the air. Idid not have panties on and. "I own a house forty-five minutes away. I'm like the seventh generation here in this corner of Louisiana." Oh, okay," he said. "I was gonna tell you where the good restaurants are." Why don't you meet us at one?" I popped. I looked at Dan. I know my Dan. He's not going to mind a bit."D'ya mind if I bring my friend?" Ed asked."Not at all."We made arrangements for a six PM rendezvous at a seafood joint that we've enjoyed before.In the truck with Dan. "He said 'friend'. I didn't ask. You don't. Opening up his arms he invited her wordlessly into his embrace, and held her against him, his chin resting on the top of her head, her face buried into his chest, and then he felt her start to cry. Rocking her gently back and forth in his arms, he let her weep. The kettle boiled and he reached across to turn it off, and still she cried. His hand came up and stroked the side of her face, pushing her hair behind her ear and bending his face down, whispered, ‘Let’s go into the other room and sit. However, she did catch him staring at her when he thought she wasn’t aware of him doing so and he would still touch her every chance he got to get her attention when speaking to her. Her skin would burn from his touch and at night she would masturbate thinking of him and how she craved to be more than just an office assistant handling paperwork. She wanted to be the assistant that handled ALL his needs and that included his cock. At work she would merely smirk to herself rethinking her.