Who the fuck he thinks he is, disrupting our lives?"Well, the language was not as decent as I have mentioned but I do not want to type out the adjecti...ves that were spoken about me. I was dumbfounded to say the least and it has been that way since that day. The day I was to join the office on my new position I quietly removed all my personal effects from the bedroom and loaded it into my car and drove off. I was surprised how little I was getting by on. Nothing outside of my room was mine. It. I studied the way they moved their hips and their shoulders,little twists and wiggles when denying something, their ways oftossing their heads when astonished, how they turned a littlesideways when urging something. The way they always face each otheropenly when talking, unlike men, who stand side-by-side and stare atsomething else, as if eye contact were a challenge, a clash ofswords. The way they lower their eyelids demurely when talking to aman, then raise them to look him straight in the. " You reply as she bends back into the trunk to reach for the breifcase, that through various braking has made its way to the spot most hard to reach.You find it impossible not to look at her pussy lips around her tiny pink thong as she reaches for your breifcase.She brings herself up from the trunk, smiles at you, grabs your suitcase, and starts walking up the steps."Follow me, please."You follow her into the hotel, to see what looks like a ballroom of a main lobby.She bends from the waist and. “Well, umm, sometimes.”“And? ...”“And... I wonder what a real cock would feel like in my mouth, and deep in my ass. I wonder what it would feel like when a man goes down on me.”“A mouth is a mouth, my pet.”“Yeah, but only a man knows a man’s body,” Eric replied. “Knows what feels good, you know what I mean?”“What I do know is, that you are not sucking my cock!”“Sorry Mistress.”As he took my cock into his mouth, I played with his hair as I continued, “I know what you mean. For a woman, a man’s.