She was in hurry as her flight had been delayed and now she only wanted to get home. She had maximized her time away and had work in several hours. Cy...nthia realised she had that nervous twitch though…she knew she should have declared her grannies goodies. They always went ballistic about food …still those home preserved treats…she had always managed to sneak them in…and as modern urban girl…she had never in her life set foot on a farm…these conserved treats were for her and her. If, and I do mean if, you do not like Brandy, you can fire her before her six month probation period is up." Brandy? Couldn't her parents have named her 'Bourbon' or 'Scotch?' At least I like those."Maybelle put her hands on her hips, a sign that I nearly reached the end of her good will. "God have mercy on my soul for what I am thinking, you are impossible today." Fine. Keep her away from the financials. Send her in."I turned away and took a seat at my desk. I was separating out the important. Are we clear?" Whimpering I tried to pull away and was met with his hands firmly holding me down. “Say ‘yes daddy’.”“No!” Even to my own ears I sounded petulant.“Try again.” The warning struck cold fear into my stomach and I felt myself clench around his cock.“Not. A. Fucking. Chance.”With a curse he pulled himself entirely out of me, shoved me down and began to aggressively hit my ass cheeks, holding my mouth into the duvet whenever I’d make a sound. Swiftly he lifted me off the bed with him.. He turned and looked at Tina, hopefully. Did he dare ask. Tina interpreted his pleading look and smiled. She turned to the woman who waited. One did not come to an exclusive place like this if you couldn't afford it and you did not ask the price of things. That would be totally gauche. "Add it to our bill." She told the woman. "Tina Foshe." He was very careful not to ruin his hair or make up when he pulled the dress over his head. Tina helped him. John looked up at the clock as stepped into.