''It's not the same. Here we can be like this, there we have to be boss and employee.' She stopped, wishing she hadn't said the last part. 'I'm sorry,... I shouldn't have said that. 'There's nothing to apologize for,' David said, pulling her closer. 'Sammi, I'm crazy about you.''You are? I mean, I know you said that yesterday, but I just figured that was something you were saying because I'd embarrassed myself and you wanted to have sex again.''No, I said it because I am.' Sammi's eyes twinkled. " My hands being significantly larger I could only manage 4 fingers but deeply up to the knuckle.She came and came.The next time we were together we were making out when she suddenly stood up took my hand dragged me off to the kitchen. Once we got there she stripped naked then sat up on the butcher block kitchen table. She hooked her heels on the edge of the table and laughed the nastiest laugh, then said " watch this!" She arched her back grunted and pushed a rubber coated baseball out of her. Mr. Gregson tried, but he couldn't get parts for them on our budget. Mom kept the receipts, just in case something like this happened. She even had receipts for the repairs to the old stuff. We also had the old ones in storage, so he couldn't say we stole them. He tried anyway, though. The bastard even called the cops on us.The cops seemed to want to side with us, but the Super said we were trying to swap our broken stuff for the working ones. He even said the receipts were fake and was pushing. She stared down at me with her boot on my neck for an eternity, mysubmission and fear growing stronger with each silent second as Istruggled to breath."If you'd like to wear your sexy fuck-me pumps then you need ask me firstslut?" May I please wear my sexy fuck-me pumps ma'am?" I squeak out, terrorstarting to overcome me.She stares down at me, her expression cold and unrevealing.After another eternity of my wife staring down at me with her bootpressed firmly against my neck. "Yes slut, you can.