“Well, tell me where you keep your cosmetics and then go clean up.”
I realized her good opinion was critical if I didn’t want to lose my job. I’d barely gotten the tip of my tongue into her before she exploded like a bomb. Sex Daddy had seemed worse, today. I rested my head on the floor and panted. I tried to imagine what running everything single-handed would have been like, but failed. “She seems like a good prospect,” I offered, belatedly handing over the hairs. I choked back a sob as I wet myself. She was such an easy lay. “I think there’s something wrong with me. I honestly couldn’t remember. She’s not supposed to touch herself, but I don’t have time to supervise her as much as I should; that will be one of your responsibilities. Irene put the candle on the desk and looked around while I tried to decide what to do with her clothing. I hurried downstairs, my mind swirling with lists to organize and tasks to accomplish. I wasn’t supposed to masturbate; she couldn’t. “I do feel a little underdressed,” she admitted. “Oh, you poor girl,” Irene laughed, not unkindly. “God, how I need you.” She pushed urgently at me until I rolled the rest of the way onto my back, and then swung a leg over so
