My breath quickened as he kissed down my breasts before taking one into his mouth, flicking and sucking the nipple. The electricity came back, I moane...d his name as he massaged and sucked my breasts. I felt his free hand travel down my side and down my leg, bending my knee up. His fingers barely touched my skin as he moved them up my thigh, brushing them slightly across my panty-covered slit. He moved his hand farther up and soon my thong was up in the front seat with my bra. His fingers danced. I was mortified. The adrenaline was rushing, my heart was pounding, and I could barely breathe. And I STILL hadn’t moved my hand. And that’s when a piece of paper from her desk landed on mine.What are you doing? it read. Hurriedly, I wrote back, Please please don’t say anything about this. I’ll do anything. She started writing a response, stopped, erased, and rewrote it. Anything? I wasn’t quite sure what that meant, so I wrote, What do you mean? She shrugged, and the next thing I know, her. Jeremy hired on as my cook. He was a demon in the kitchen! He was sharp as a razor and fast on his feet. He had endurance, too. He'd made his chops in a large restaurant. He was ready and willing to shift to a smaller venue where he could stretch his wings and experiment with menus. Fred was a retired seaman and needed a little extra income. He became our bartender, took orders and ran the dishwasher. I spelled him as bartender. We both did cleanup. I hired 'em both on at fifty thousand a year. His arm circles her, his breath in her neck, his soft firm voice in her ear.It is minutes until sub understands that Sir has already undone the manacles that held her and she is able to move again. She curls up into a ball, Sir wrapping her in his arms. A feeling of peace infuses her in Sirs protection. He has untied her blindfold, but she keeps her eyes closed for now.She feels his hard body against her, and realises that she wants him. Wants him inside her. Aches for him to penetrate her,.