..[Dave]Monday morning I felt a lot better, the enforced day of rest having done my physical scars no end of good, while the complete lack of alcohol ...meant I had a relatively clear head. What I didn't have, I discovered on rising, was a wearable suit – the two that I owned were irretrievably crumpled and/or in need of cleaning – so, needs must, I just pulled on my standard jeans and sweatshirt combination and headed into town for the office pre-meet Debbie had organised.Being the boss, I made. He lifted her bound hands above her head, holding them firmly in place.Resting on his elbow and keeping a tight grip on her wrist with one hand, he leaned down to kiss her, biting her lower lip as the kiss became more passionate. Meanwhile, his other hand had strayed down to her breasts, which he fondled roughly for a while, before sliding further down and teasing the area around her neatly trimmed pussy. Each sweeping motion of his fingertips got closer and closer to her most sensitive. With the addition of the sports bras, she worked out hard on the tread mill, the stair machine and the elliptical ... but at a pace that had her stopping every few seconds ... then starting again ... and again ... and again. Her stomach muscles were so sore that she couldn't do ANY crunches ... but that didn't stop her from trying ... over and over and over again. It was agony!And now, on top of everything else, she was hungry. Almost all the time. She complained to Betty, but her pleas fell on. Just stop it!”But she couldn’t deny the fluttering in her stomach. She hardly realised how much she had been thinking of Dan as she almost overshot the turnoff to her home. Shaking her head again, rather firmly this time, as she turned into her lane and a few meters down into her own driveway.”Just get a grip of yourself.” She reminded herself as she walked up to her door. Turning the key, she unlocked the door and let herself in. She suddenly felt tired. “I’m home” she called out. “In the.