The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia)
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				Title: <strong>The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 02:17:30</strong>
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				A reader.. Picture with kids and husband, a nice ring... Reading.. slight signs of school.. reading two close schools. one the undergrad, one the grad. Taking a look at her bookshelf im easily impressed and make a note to pick up a few of those titles, I walk by giving you a look, and a smell.. ohh god that smell.. that's what seals the deal.. even if shes not going to be up to play. she will be nice to have around, he could always get a second secretary if she didn't work out in the play department.&nbsp; making my mind up there but i continue the prowl.. a few looking at me hoping that ill choose them.. I cant help but think for a second "like cattle" but only for a moment as I look over and imagine the office decorated more like an actual dungeon.. more like an actual slave market and sigh.&nbsp; Before I head off to the bathroom and recheck my appearance.<br><br>I make a B line to the Manager, show him my credentials, ask him about you.. get a little more information just confirming that your available, finding out that your more qualified then i thought, also that your scene as way overqualified and many mangers dont like you around as it provides an unfavorable contrast.. I know for the most part that will also be true for me, but I'm not a success by being smarter or better educated then anyone.. just an ability to listen and manipulate the advantage wile understanding why I'm successful . <br><br>Walking up smilling... I put my hand out to shake yours before saying anything... "Id Like to introduce myself, Tom Smith , im your new boss... I was only able to get you a twenty five percent pay increase .. plus a little extra for any weekends that you might need to put in over the next year.. though I doubt there will be many of those . Is there anything you need in your Office so that i can get it supplied and decorated tonight?" smilling showing white teeth and a friendly demeanor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 05:33:44</strong>
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				I am apart from the others, though we swim in the same waters.&nbsp; They...they speak a different language of desire than I do.&nbsp; Mostly anyway.&nbsp; I come.&nbsp; I work. I do my job and little else.&nbsp; Any special favors I bestow on my bosses are relegated to those of "sweet" and "kind."&nbsp; I am asked for by men when they need work done.&nbsp; Real work. And even then I scare them by correcting their mistakes, pointing out flaws in their plans.&nbsp; Corrections they take credit and get paid for.&nbsp; Then, they send me back to the pool of women whose voices buzz around me, now...all excited about a new rod dipping into the pond.<br><br>You roam the aisles looking for something.&nbsp; I can't tell what it is you seek by simply looking, I believe skill is invisible,&nbsp; but you pause as you pass, and I wonder what it is that slows your steps.&nbsp; &nbsp;The others buzz louder as you disappear down the hall without stopping for long and talking to no one.&nbsp; &nbsp;I hear in the talk around me that you are the one who's going to shake things up.&nbsp; Men I work for were scared of your arrival.&nbsp; <br><br>Others are practically panting to have you pick them.&nbsp; I return to my current task.&nbsp; Scut work.&nbsp; Easy. Boring.&nbsp; I lose myself in my need for perfection even in demeaning tasks.&nbsp; And there you are, back again. Walking toward me smiling.&nbsp; Introducing yourself?<br><br>I stand up as you hold out your hand and hand you mine.&nbsp; After you introduce yourself and apprise me of my new financial situation I smile, equally kindly and say,"Then you know, already, I'm Kathryn Armstrong.&nbsp; But...I usually go by Kate. Thank you for maneuvering&nbsp; a pay increase, but I don't work weekends....And I like the leather ergo chairs with movable arm rests."&nbsp; &nbsp;My head tilts to the side as if to see if you are happy with your choice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 05:50:40</strong>
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				"Done with the leather... Ill go pick some nice things with myself.. and it wont be often that you'll be needed on the weekend.. I would suspect no more then once per quarter will I need you on Saturday.. and never on Sunday.. you need at least one day with the Family.. and on those weeks that ill need you on a Saturday youl have another day off during the week as well as your bonus." smiling wide shaking your hand firm 'there might be times when I ask you to some in.. but aside from the Quartlery meeting I cant imagine absolutely needing you... But those few times I will need some one well trained in my systems.. some one that I know I can trust.. and that I hope to have built a certain amount of trust Into. " looking around.. then getting close whispering "Dont make me choose again , I don't think I could bare knowing that I had to pass up on the smart one" smiling I back up and give you some breathing room "Go ahead Come in around 9:30.. my day is typically over around four but i wont need you to finish up Most days is there anything else that you Require Dr. Armstrong&nbsp; ' clearly assuming that your answer is yes 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 06:01:17</strong>
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				"How could any reasonable person say no to that particular offer, Mr. Smith?" I replied smiling back.&nbsp; I have my reservations about you, I sense you have&nbsp; an underlying predatory nature, but can't quite explain what that means to myself.&nbsp; I also know I'd be a fool to say no to you.&nbsp; I sense you know what you are doing and nod my understanding.<br><br>"I have just a few things to gather here, and then I can move to your office later today, " I say, "I believe you will find my abilities more than adequate.&nbsp; And...Mr. Smith...Kate will do nicely here."&nbsp; <br><br>I don't like the way others look at me when I'm called doctor...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 06:13:36</strong>
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				He smiles and nods... "Kate it is... Ill never understand what makes you afraid of the full name.. and the title that you've earned.. but Its your choice Kate.. and youll have the rest of the day off, Move tomorrow" reaching into my wallet i pull out some gift cards, and start going through them getting to red lobster and red robin.. before saying what the hell and hand you both "Go home.. take the hubby out to celebrate the promotion, take the kids, and plan a dinner with him this weekend... youll move in tomorrow YOUR office inst quite ready yet, I still need to get you your furniture" <br><br>He turns and walks away without saying or responding to anything else.<br><br>The next morning you go to the office that your boss told you to. A nice Leather Aeron, with a stained bamboo desk with a black leather pad on top. brand new computer, A mac.. but with a copy of windows installed as well giving you the option at Boot, as well as bookshlves on all the walls.. many antique looking classics, all from the Harvard collection so not particularly expensive but to the untrained eye. There is also I large fancy looking coffee maker . I come in.. reading a report as a janitor comes by with paint to put your name on the door... "Im going to be bringing you some notes in a few moments... id like you to database them.. they should already be anotated.. but if you see a better way to seperate and sort the data im more then open to ideas" i start the machine up "theres a video on the desktop to lern how to use this damn thing" as i make a cup.. then a secound, putting the first in front of you . "Would you like anything else for the office... any changes... a LEather Lazy boy is being brought in this afternoon for that corrner.. as well as a rubber tree plant" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 17:12:10</strong>
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				"It's not fear so much as wanting to not...be...above others...I don't like pretension, Mr. Smith.&nbsp; It's simply that as a...rather more highly paid secretary than a few moments ago, I do not make what I would if I were working in academe.&nbsp; And, I'm okay with that...I made the choice to be here," I say, "And thank you for the gift cards...the kids love Red Robin."<br><br>As you walk away I stand there a little nonplussed.&nbsp; It isn't every day that a new boss walks into my life, and even less often is it one that has the air of confidence and...something else...I can't place my finger on the feeling I have.&nbsp; I will wait until I know you better before I name it.<br><br>As I gather my things, I notice the ire-filled glances that some of the other women share with others.&nbsp; There is disappointment here, again--I have been chosen before others with more beauty and charm though less capacity.&nbsp; I wonder what it is they see in you.&nbsp; I see a young man.&nbsp; Happy, affable, intelligent and...perhaps kind.&nbsp; Given your assignment here, I wonder just how much a facade that really is, but as your assistant in your task I begin to relish the idea that there are those here who will quake at our pairing in the office.<br><br>My husband is not thrilled with the new position.&nbsp; I tell him there's a challenge to it, and, perhaps I need that challenge in my life about now.&nbsp; He's irked, but he agrees that I've given up a lot for the family and marriage and won't really begrudge a Saturday here and there.&nbsp; We make love and I fall asleep looking forward to the next day.<br><br>I'm surprised when I walk in.&nbsp; Not only is the office transformed, it is done so with taste and style.&nbsp; The chair and desk are much nicer than the typical office setup and I wonder about your budget.&nbsp; The rumors appear to be true, then.&nbsp; <br><br>I take the coffee you offer and say, "Thank you, Mr. Smith," my tone tinged with some confusion, perhaps, but I continue, "The office is rather sumptuous and nicely done.&nbsp; You work quickly...and efficiently." <br><br>I flick on the mac and bypass the pc offering and let it go straight to the apple software.&nbsp; I check the settings and find that it's perfectly set up and linked to the company's internal network and the web.&nbsp; When you mention the database I look over the software already installed on the machine and say,"Looks like the computer is set up and ready to go. I'll be happy to start as soon as I have the information.&nbsp; Perhaps you should give me an over view as to what you expect from me on a daily basis...."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 17:32:08</strong>
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				"Thank you... but since your working for me.. and i need to be able to trust you.. Ill let you in on a secret.. none of this is nearly as expensive as one might think... Take the Aeron.. I did some work for them a few years back.. and got to know the people that actually made them, It is slightly irregular, as in the leather isnt quite the collor it should be.. but when there isn't another around its impossible to tell.. the floor a lot cheaper then you would expect The coffee maker mine I take it to every Job... the fact that its copper makes people think the coffee tastes better. What I do Dr. Armstrong, and wile were alone it doesn't have the same problems of when there are others around does it? is all about appearances.&nbsp; Its simple realy make the managers think you know what your talking about, listen to the employees , then tell the managers what the employees said... but this company is looking like it needs several reorganizations.. This one isnt going to be all that easy ' <br><br>I smile and go to my office, without giving you anything to do , other then the suggestion that you learn to use the coffee maker , but in about half an hour I bring several folders each a different employee, a survey sheet on the inside cover with the employees information , name employee ID.. and a few notes about important dates.. for the most part its empty at this point.. but there's places for all sorts of data on that, even kids birthdays and a place for family events 'We need to keep track of these things As I'm sure I'm going to want to talk to some of these employees wile there defenses are a little lower " the next pages are filled with notes, hand written about our conversation, handing you a wallet at the same time 'This is for petty cash.. and a few expense accounts.. Use the American express to pick up fresh coffee beans as we need them.. and other supplies of that nature, theres a staples card in there if we need anything from there.. any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 00:27:07</strong>
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				"Ah..." I say nodding in understanding, "the books...look fancy but..." I didn't continue as you had made your point.&nbsp; As you&nbsp; disappear into your office, I drop the DVD with the coffee maker instructions into the Mac and wait for the player to automatically figure it out.&nbsp; It takes a few minutes to watch and I decide the coffee machine is going to be a nice perk to have so close.&nbsp; I pull a couple of more shots for myself and sit back at my desk.<br><br>When you come back out with the folders, I sit as you explain what you need, listening closely and with attention to detail.&nbsp; My left eyebrow raises when you say the words 'defenses are a little lower'--again that predatory nature of yours seems to pop out--but I say nothing other than confirm that I have heard you.<br><br>I take the materials from you.&nbsp; When you are done and open up for questions I say, "I worked in benefits last month.&nbsp; I can get most of the information you need directly from our company database.&nbsp; If you like, I can download the entire company database, and I print a report with all this information as you get to each employee.&nbsp; I'll set it up to update from the company records so that new births, additions, and subtractions are noted.&nbsp; Do you prefer to work with paper files like this?&nbsp; If so, I'm happy to set up the documents to match your lay out here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 00:39:59</strong>
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				"its just how i wright.. I prefer a database so&nbsp; I can get the the information faster.. and present it to the managers in&nbsp; a more custom way... wrighting it by hand allows for quicker note taking.. plus a certain novility these days It makes our meeting seem more personal.. and they know that Im listing to them, and taking notes on what there talking about.. if your typing they assume that your involved in some sort of role play or whatever, paying no attention to anything they have to say... and I only do that to the managers who are going to be coming buy with golf stories.. ohh .. that's another thing.. I HATE golf.. unless the person is an executive, or on a first name bases with with a board member .. I'm busy with something alright... " <br><br>He looks contemplative for a moment "Go ahead and pull that information.. we still need to find out what there kids are involved in.. or social orginizations so we can make random appearance at the children s theater or benefit ... but also make a note of how we got that information.. I don't want to just send out birthday cards to some one I havnt ment.. that makes it look more impersonal . " and stretches a little bit "Im going to head off to the Gym for about an hour you need anything wile im out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 19:03:31</strong>
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				I nod&nbsp; and look through the folders as you speak.&nbsp; Holding up each folder I add, "Mr. Danvers...Mr. Oakley and Mr. Weinstein are all avid golfers and about the only ones you would really offend by not accepting a game.&nbsp; Mr. Brooks pretends he likes it, but he just goes along with them because he knows that they like to do business on the green.&nbsp; Mr. Piper won't get caught on the golf course, but I know which clubs he goes to in the evenings, if you'd like to bump into him sometime.&nbsp; I'll make notes on all these for you though...And..." as I flip through the other names I see I add,"I've worked for most of these guys or am on good terms with their secretaries...I'll make sure all the info you need is here."<br><br>As you lay out your plan I can't help but wonder at your methods.&nbsp; I've heard of people like you before, but I haven't clearly met one of you before.&nbsp; I'm disarmed when you ask me if I need anything while you are out.&nbsp; I blink and laugh..it is awkward having a boss ask me anything like that.&nbsp; "No..." I finally manage,"I'm good..."&nbsp; I bob my head as I speak, though I'm sure I'm looking at you with a curious expression on my face.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 19:27:32</strong>
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				"Good Good... Call me at Noon, Tell me what you want for lunch... If I run into any one that will do a good job to get me out of there at an good time " smiling as i stretch out quite a bit more, Going back to my office and grabbing my Gym Bag. about twenty minutes after two white gloved delivery guys arrive with a box, opening it, reveille a leather lazy boy recliner, nice and comfy .. 'were would you like it Ms..?" putting it were you want it, but relay the only place for it is were I chose , The set up the plant in a semi ornate vase before having you sign for it.&nbsp; One of the Engineers comes buy smiling... going to my office, then coming to yours ... "Hey.. is tom back.. Ive got that report that he wanted" and hes smiling.. you've scene this guy at meetings.. this is the guy that was yelling at that vp last month.. almost got fired .. would have too if it his supervisor didnt tell everyone that firing that guy would set product development six months... you've never seen this guy happy... in a lot of ways its creepy. <br><br>The report is concise and well worked out.. Kevin Obberman obviously spent a good portion of his night working on it.. giving his views on everyone in the hierarchy of the programming... suggesting most of them should be fired.. particularly a lot of scathing reviews about the methodoligy of marketing.. and how they shape the focus groups away from what common sense would tell you. Eventually laying out a well thought out plan .. though basically an outline of how to stream line the company ... and eliminate efficiency. The language however is crude and in no way elegant.. though you can understand it .. it dost sell the opinion well.&nbsp; When you call and tell me what you want 'Ill be right there" and as im hanging up "Needed back in the office.. talk to you soon" it was obvious that i was running.. and hard from the sounds of the beats. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 19:55:44</strong>
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				Once you leave, I get to work.&nbsp; I email my contacts and get the details they have of their bosses family and life outside of work.&nbsp; By and large, the secretarial pool is fairly tight...one reason I don't lord my doctorate over the others is that by being one of them, I can be trusted.&nbsp; I have worked hard at not being competitive and have gained a large number of friends within the pool.&nbsp; Many of them are unhappy with their current bosses, and are happy to give me anything I ask.&nbsp; I pull up the database and formulate a new one on my nice new computer that will serve your needs.&nbsp; I use the merge feature between excel and word to create a nice set of document templates that will give you the room you need for your notes as well as the information you need for your interviews.<br><br>I'm wondering why there would be such a comfortable chair in my office, but figure that you have some reason for it.&nbsp; I don't care, really, as I don't see myself using it much.&nbsp; Perhaps you plan on spending the night when doing some work...the plant is unusual to say the least.&nbsp; But, to my surprise, I think it looks good.&nbsp; Adds a nice touch. <br><br>I read through Obberman's report and pull up the electronic version he has sent by email and copy it to make an edited version--available to you within moments should you want it.&nbsp; His information is adequate, but poorly phrased. I fix the grammar, the typos, the general messiness of the report to make it look more professional.&nbsp; I print out a copy of each so you can decide for yourself what you want to do with them.&nbsp; After reading Obberman's report and comparing the first set of files you handed me, I organize the files in the hierarchical order that he suggested for your convenience.<br><br>When I call you for my lunch order, I feel odd about it.&nbsp; But, since you asked and my stomach begins to growl with hunger, I decide to see if you are legit in your offerings.&nbsp; I know which gym you belong to, so I pick a place on the route--but I call ahead and order so that it is ready and you won't have to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 21:55:52</strong>
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				I come back to the warehouse looking well relaxed, if not still a bit sweaty even after the shower, sitting down in the comfy chair after putting your food on your desk, smilling. "I wonder what happened to the reading lamp... Ill have to give them a call later to find out what happened. Any troubles wile I was Away... and I got a text from Obberman... Ill read his report tonight , smart guy.. if only we could give him some social grace.. but oh well" <br><br>Still in a black T and shorts, showing off the hours a day that I must spend at the Gym.. "I don't suppose your husband golfs... or knows any one that does... I need to take some one with me to the pro shop and get some gear, My last job had me in Germany so I sold all my stuff ... ahh the Germans and there being sensible doing business over beer without the pretense of a mind numbing game" Stretching a bit.. wearing perfume, and certainly have showed...&nbsp; I actually changed out of the gym clothes that i worked out in. And into an identical set, if it wasn't for the results i produce&nbsp; i could certainly be a con man with the level of thought and subtle actions I go through as i play my game "If you could try and figure out who of the crew likes Chess and or Go... also.. and this is a bit harder.. try and sort thouse into the ones that actualy like it from those that think they should." <br><br>I get up and walk to your desk taking a look over your shoulder, putting my hand on your shoulder, gripping it for a few moments as look down at the work your doing on the Report.. "good ... Great Actually... I should watch out... a little ambition and i might actually have a little competition " patting your back firmly. 'Im going to go change.. I like an afternoon coffee, something a little on the bitter side, How about a Moca today... theres some mixes in the capinate.. and syrups if your into that sort of thing.. use the Dark bitter chocolate. Tahnks" as i leave the room, showing that toned ass intentional moving just a little bit more then i normaly would in hopes of garrning your attention on it, but dare not verify that you looked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 22:20:04</strong>
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				"There was no lamp on the invoice..." I say, picking up the copy left on my desk when the chair was delivered. "nope." I repeat after I verify it.&nbsp; <br><br>I open the bag of food and say,"Thanks for picking this up....it's always a treat to actually get to lunch..."&nbsp; I begin to eat as you talk about your needs.&nbsp; I can't help but wonder why you've chosen to come back to the office in your workout clothes rather than change at the gym, but I say nothing.&nbsp; It is not my place to ask, though, it's rare to see a male not in a suit around here.&nbsp; The fact you have a firm body does not escape my notice, though, again, I'm not about to say anything outloud to you.&nbsp; Are you preening for me?&nbsp; I wonder...but I return my thoughts to my grumbling stomach that is happy to be fed at the moment.<br><br>"Golf? My husband doesn't golf..."I let out a little laugh and add quietly to myself, my husband is older.&nbsp; He walks.&nbsp; He looks about fifty, but he's really sixty-two.&nbsp; I married a much older man, and, though I don't regret it, I have begun to notice some of age differences.&nbsp; "However, I think Mr. Oakley would be quite won over if you were to ask him for help with getting you set up here.&nbsp; No doubt you'll have to play some with this crowd."<br><br>When you mention go I immediately picture the game board with all its little squares and white and black stones.&nbsp; I can't seem to recall seeing anyone at the company playing on a board, though there are electronic versions out there.&nbsp; I make another mental note to see if I can get into the company's&nbsp; computer logs to see if anyone has been hitting go or chess online sites regularly.&nbsp; I know that most computers in the company are being filtered and scrutinized.&nbsp; I think I know who to speak to though...<br><br>As you give me directions for your afternoon drink, I make a quick note on a purple sticky so I don't drop any details.&nbsp; When you drop your hand on my shoulder, I tense.&nbsp; Do you feel it?&nbsp; And when you pat my back I become motionless.&nbsp; I don't know what your intent is.&nbsp; Is it just a common habit for you to casually touch women?&nbsp; Is there more to it?&nbsp; My shoulder and back practically burn from your touch, and I'm confused.&nbsp; It was a friendly touch, that's all...I tell myself this again and again.&nbsp; &nbsp;I keep my face turned toward my desk--toward my little note-- until your hand slips away, leaving an oddly empty feeling. <br><br>"I'll bring it in shortly," I say as you leave...meaning your afternoon Mocha, of course.&nbsp; I turn then, to watch you as you leave and am surprised by the way my eye's seem to be glued to toned legs and bottom as you walk into your office.<br><br>I shake myself out of my perplexed gaze. I finish my lunch, sure the protein will make me feel less off center.&nbsp; I give you a couple of minutes to change and&nbsp; then I knock on the door to your office,mocha in&nbsp; one very slightly shaky hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 00:17:04</strong>
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				When you come in.. I look up, Changed back into the suit from this mourning . The TV on CNBC is the one with sound, my laptop open making a few trades on E trade. I give you a smile. "Thank you Kate" . then into the speaker phone "i think that should be all for now thanks " as I turn, and crick my neck a little bit.. 'My neck and shoulders are a bit sore... You wouldn't mind would you?"&nbsp; grabbing and rubbing them myself for a second then turn down the volume on the TV letting my eyes drift over you for a few moments "Found the lamp by the way... Its on the receipt but its not due to be delivered till next week... don't know why.. "&nbsp; my Desk fairly clean, filling capinates behind me, Three computer monitors on my desk each one to a different desktop, but you cant see a computer around just a stylish by them .<br><br>The office is slightly on the warm side, bright , but with a natural warm light , obviously having changed the bulbs from the ones that the company uses when you near i reach for the coffee, touching your wrist a little bit twisting just slightly running my fingures and thumb a bit before grabbing the underside of the mug holding it, giving you the nod saying that I have it. "And feel free to say no but would it be too much trouble to were about another half inch or so of heel ?&nbsp; I do want as many excuses for people to stop by as possible" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 00:37:16</strong>
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				I realize there is intention in your touch when you take the coffee from me, and, I don't know why, but I say nothing. Do nothing.&nbsp; It's unusual for me to put up with anything physical from a boss--part of the reason I last for such short periods of time with anyone in particular.&nbsp; I have limited my rise in the company by saying no.&nbsp; Placing limits.&nbsp; I have no desire to climb the ladder here, and have no need to work other than to stave off my own mental stagnation.&nbsp; <br><br>Yet...I let it go.&nbsp; And say nothing.&nbsp; I'm confusing myself even.&nbsp; For some unfathomable reason, I find my hands reaching for your neck and shoulders...I know just where to touch to find the kinks and work them out.&nbsp; Your jacket, however is in the way...<br><br>To your suggestion I wear higher heels, I simply reply, "I'll see what I have in my closet."&nbsp; Then I add, somewhat reluctantly, but my pride in actually doing a good job on your sore neck overcomes my reserve,"If you were to remove your jacket, I could loosen the knots in your neck better..."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 00:57:28</strong>
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				I lower my jacket undoing it letting it fall so that you can get to it "IF you don't have anything. wait.. I think i still have a few cards left from a year or so ago"&nbsp; letting you rub as I reach into my pocket and start looking "Ahh that hits the spot.. you took massage didn't you.. ITs a wonderful skill that i should keep up more myself" as I go through one pocket of credit cards.. the first one you see is the obvious pink Victoria secret card, and underneath it Fredrick's of holly wood , but i skip past thouse for now "Heres one for Zappos.. its on online shoe store so theyl have whatever you like. " and go through a bit before getting to a Nostradamus card... I tap it on the desk a few times then put it on top "They gave me a ridiculous amount in operating cash got to spend it somehow.. make sure you file the recipts under entertainment.. you should have access to our department budget by now"&nbsp; <br><br>My sholders were tense, you can feel them loosening in your hands when I look up, the two lingerie cards still on top, when i ask "Is there anything else you can think of needing wile were dealing with it... feel free to bring it up at any time we need something.. but i prefer to take care of as much as we can, as early as possible so that we have time to correct mistakes.. " then i tap on one of the few decorations on my desk, I medal with an eagle , and a red white and blue ribbon "always be prepared"&nbsp; &nbsp;letting out a slight sigh and grunt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 01:51:10</strong>
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				"Actually, I've only learned this by...getting massages.&nbsp; It's one of my favorite treats...I get one every week.&nbsp; I suppose you could say I pick up things quickly," I reply.&nbsp; Why am I telling you I get massages every week?&nbsp; It brings up the image of me naked on a table with a stranger touching me everywhere.&nbsp; The painfully applied pressure that feels so wonderful.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let me know if I push too hard..." I say, mimicking my favorite masseur.&nbsp; His hands are like gold, but they did not send the shock through me that I received from your touch earlier today.&nbsp; I watch as you take the cards out.&nbsp; When it is clear that you expect me to buy shoes with them I almost refuse.&nbsp; But, I know all the shoes I have at home are...practical.&nbsp; Comfortable.&nbsp; Business-like.&nbsp; I've seen the others with their fashionable heels and tend to eschew them.&nbsp; I look at the Victoria Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood cards.&nbsp; I know that you do not use these for things you wear. <br><br>I push into a knot at your neck with my thumb.&nbsp; Hard.&nbsp; I feel it break apart and vanish, "Ah..." I say, with pleasure and pride for I know I have vanquished a painful thing.&nbsp; But I also find I've leaned into you, my lower body presses against your back.&nbsp; I step back and away, just leaving my hands on your neck.&nbsp; Feeling awkward.&nbsp; I've never touched anyone in an office setting like this before.&nbsp; Certainly not my new boss of less than a day.<br><br>"I..hope that's better...And.." I pick up the Zappos card and the Nordstrom card. They both have a decent selection of shoes, and I&nbsp; am sure I'd heard one of the other girls talking about the Nordstrom half-yearly sell starting soon.&nbsp; I leave the Victoria's Secret and Frederick's card on your desk.&nbsp; "Shoes..." I say quietly.<br><br>"All better, Mr. Smith?&nbsp; Anything else you need from me at the moment?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 02:01:03</strong>
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				"Not right now... And yeah weekly massages are the best... Ill need to find a new place now that im in town... and if you learned just by them duing that to you. then that place must be excellent.. If you ever need me to return the favor.. please ask Ohh and the Nordstrums card is also for dresses if you care to pick anything up in that department." picking the pile of cards up sliding them back into the wallet, not pushing the underwear on you. <br><br>I turn around in the chair so that im facing you looking up, putting my hand up on your shoulder, and letting it follow your outline, not touching your chest, but touching your hip a little bit "Your a miracle worker with those hands thank you " the hand resting on your hip for a few moments wile i study your reactions to it being there for a few moments 'though Please keep it fairly reasonable...&nbsp; I wouldnt want your husband to ask why your boss is buying too many dresses or shoes.. or whatever..&nbsp; But go ahead splurge a bit.. you deserve it for your hard work in the company so far.. and it will help in the work we have coming to us soon"&nbsp; my hand patting the hip twice, and then a third more of a slap that stings just slightly and you can here a bit of a clap.. not a load one. but audible to you at least. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 02:38:45</strong>
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				"I'll make you an appointment...do you care if it's a man or woman masseuse?"&nbsp; I ask.&nbsp; I had thought I'd always want a woman, but the touch of a man is what works best for me. Most women are too weak to give me the pressure my body needs.<br><br>When you mention clothing, I look up and down my body briefly and look at my rather plain dress.&nbsp; I imagine myself in slightly more upscale clothing and laugh inwardly.&nbsp; And once more, I'm flabbergasted by the fact that I say nothing.&nbsp; I simply take the cards and plan a shopping trip.&nbsp; When you mention keeping it reasonable, I nod, though I don't think I'll be mentioning that these purchases were paid for by my new boss.&nbsp; A secret from my husband.&nbsp; Now that was a new thing for me too.&nbsp; I'm an open book to him.&nbsp; I wonder if he will notice.<br><br>I don't shrug your hand off my shoulder, though I do look at you carefully as you touch me.&nbsp; It's a casual enough seeming touch and, in spite of my inward reservations, I like it.&nbsp; AS you pat my hip I look at you funny, but I don't think you notice because I suddenly feel a slap and a sting on my hip.&nbsp; I don't know how to respond to this.&nbsp; I simply laugh an awkward laugh,"Mr. Smith.." my own voice filled with surprise and only a hint of reproach.&nbsp; <br><br>I back away with the cards in hand,"I'll go book those massages for you..."&nbsp; And I move quickly out of the room.&nbsp; I don't know why I responded the way I did.&nbsp; You are younger than I am.&nbsp; By a few years at least, possibly a decade.&nbsp; Am I flattered?&nbsp; Annoyed?&nbsp; Flustered for sure.&nbsp; I make myself a shot of espresso and swallow it quickly. I should have slapped you, but...I didn't.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 02:53:46</strong>
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				I watch you for a moment.. 'Probably a man , MY lower back gets realy tense and any way.. most woman at those places dont know shit.. there just pretty and lecherousness men go hoping that its a whore house.. and the ones that are good are usually booked for months in advance by woman that don't want to be touched by a man"&nbsp; as i turn up the sound on my CNBC, taking a few drinks of coffee.. deciding that Ive put enough ideas in your head for one day.. I think that with a little effort i could have my dick in you this afternoon.. but that's not what I want.. I want to do this the long way.. I want you to feel comfortable with it.. and most of all i need to figure out a way to have my sort of fun with my new target without her having regrets.. besides im here for a full year . I start taking more interviews calling people into my office, ordering cups of coffee from you as I great them outside my Office and look into yours sliding your door open to if the other person wants something special. OR to drop off a folder or two... when I take the last one <br><br>"That should be enough for tonight Kate.. your work will be here in the mourning so you have something to do wile I get a few more things done then." its only 3:30 giving you plenty of time to hit the Stores, but i also did tell you that I would normal be sending you home early, and you coming in late "See you around 9:30?"&nbsp; smilling at you as i sharpen a pencil wile the low level engineer waits for a second... I seem to be giving everyone at all levers attention, and listing to them&nbsp; &nbsp;"ohh and whens my appointment?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 08:12:00</strong>
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				I pause for a moment as I consider the best course of action.&nbsp; I have some misgivings about setting you up with my own favorite Masseur.&nbsp; I've used Samson for about three years, and, about two years ago, he convinced me that his full body massage was what I needed.&nbsp; While I was reluctant at first to do so, I have learned to trust him fully.&nbsp; I'm at the stage where I'm comfortable naked in front of him and cover only a small bit of pubic hair out of general modesty.&nbsp; He has offered, many times, to give me a "happy ending" with my massage, but I have always refused, though part of me would like to say yes.&nbsp; &nbsp;I call and book an appointment with him anyway, but mention to the receptionist very clearly that the new client is my boss and expects the best. <br><br>I pull up your outlook calendar and find a time that seems convenient.&nbsp; <br><br>I watch with interested and open ears as you go through your afternoon list.&nbsp; When you tell me to go ahead and leave at 3:30, I plan my route to the mall with a quick mental map.&nbsp; <br><br>"You have an appointment with Samson tomorrow at La Serenity Spa...It's just a block east of here on 12th.&nbsp; It's at 7:30 tomorrow morning...I put it on your Outlook calendar.&nbsp; If that doesn't work, I can change it before I go." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 08:30:14</strong>
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				'It should.. I suppose any earlier would be a pain... Try and secure it for me on a weekly basis .. A standing appointment " smiling wide "Ill be in a bit later on Wednesday,&nbsp; then make sure you start my day at 9:30 then&nbsp; " As I add to the pile, its not too big of one.. especially since in the mourning there was almost nothing for you to do.. and you cant see that ill have too many for you after this . <br><br>I look over my shoulder to make sure that no one is looking as i put the back of my hand next to your cheek, and rub gust a second before trailing my hand across your mouth touching, barley gracing your lips, "you have a good night Dr. Armstrong , And tell that husband of yours that I think hes one lucky bastard" smirking turrning back to my work.<br>&nbsp;<br>I stay fairly late actually, but I don't need you so why have you around for it . I set up two tables outside my office, and set up a sign 'Drive by chess and go' the colors of the pieces are Blue and Orange, the current company collars but that changes from time to time , And make the first move on each, Orange on one, Blue on the other. But then i start looking at your organization system.. figuring it out . not taking to long as for the most part i can search.. and enjoy the flow of it, then start making compersons. and even churn out a few charts before the alarm goes off telling me gym time. and head off, get my nightly work out, have my nightly salad, go to bed. I only arrive moments before 9:30... looking ecstatic.. "That was the best massage Ive ever had" putting down a plate in front of you, holding one in my hand, the plate covered with a copy of itself, I uncover relieving some chocolate cream filled crepes, with madierine orange slices, a hint of the smell of cinnamon , I check my boards before going into my office&nbsp; <br><br>" I come back with a bad of paper and notebook sitting in the comfy chair crossing my legs looking up at you "Alright.. so any thoughts yourself.. you've read all the notes, also any messages.. or emails i should know about?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 22:59:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I congratulate myself quietly over the fact you already have a standing appointment with Samson, but I don't tell you that.&nbsp; When I made the appointment I knew it would be easier to cancel future appointments than to create them.&nbsp; Besides, If you didn't use it, I knew I could.<br><br>Once again your actions and words make me unable to respond the way I think I ought or should.&nbsp; When you touch me--so openly, quietly, so provocatively, I'm taken aback.&nbsp; Your message to my husband makes me wonder if you are just so sure of yourself you take your liberties. I simply blink a couple of times, perhaps holding my eyes closed a tad longer than usual, and simply say, "Good night, Mr. Smith." As you turn back to your room, I see your expression and wonder just how you are toying with me.&nbsp; It's clear you are, but I don't get your game.&nbsp; Still, I grab the cards and head to the mall.<br><br>As I walk outside, the wind kicks up and my hair begins to blow across my face. As my hand pulls the loose strands away from my face, I smell you on it from the massage I gave you. I stand there in the parking lot for a moment sniffing my hand and look back up to the office where I know you are still working before getting into my car.&nbsp; As I drive to the mall, I occasionally lift my hand to breath in your scent.<br><br>At Nordstrom, I find myself looking in the mirror and what I am wearing.&nbsp; It's not awful, I tell myself.&nbsp; Simply staid.&nbsp; Not out there or unusual, not brazen or matronly.&nbsp; My figure is not what it was while in high-school, but it's not bad either.&nbsp; I'm reasonably fit and toned without being bony.&nbsp; I am, as my husband says, curvy and womanly.&nbsp; <br><br>As I stand there a saleswoman approaches me and asks how she can be of assistance.&nbsp; I say, "I've got a new job at work...I need to heighten my appearance to be a bit more..."&nbsp; And I look at her, at a loss for words.&nbsp; "Something more...young?" I say uncertainly.&nbsp; <br><br>The saleswoman looks at me a few moments and said, "Office job? Retail?&nbsp; What are you going for here?"<br><br>I respond with, "Think high level office administrator..."&nbsp; The word secretary has always irked me because of the response it generally receives.<br><br>"Ah...yes, I have some ideas.&nbsp; Do you have a budget in mind?" She asks.<br><br>"No...I say...just that I would like enough pieces to make it through a week without looking to repetitive..."&nbsp; I say, hoping that it won't matter, but I sense it won't really matter what I spend.&nbsp; <br><br>She spends an hour and a half with me, and when I am finalizing my choices she stops and says,"I know what's wrong...You need some new foundation garments..."<br><br>I look at my bra and see the strain on the elastic from time and washing.&nbsp; It has been at least six months since I purchased a new bra...and I tend to go for comfort over style. She runs off and gets me the colors and sizes that will work with my new clothing.&nbsp; I have managed, in an hour or so, to completely revamp what I will wear during the week.&nbsp; On top of that, she brings me three pairs of shoes that will work with the clothing.&nbsp; By the time she is done, I feel changed...transformed.&nbsp; &nbsp;This clerk has an excellent eye and has found the clothing that accentuates my full breasts and hips without drawing attention to the small swell left on my hips from carrying two children.<br><br>I separate the bras and matching underwear--lovely lacy things that work to enhance what lays on the outside and pay for them separately with my own card.&nbsp; It feels wrong, somehow, to have you purchase my underwear.&nbsp; Why I feel okay with you buying my clothes, I don't understand.&nbsp; There's a line between the two.&nbsp; A gray one perhaps...As I return to my car, I realize your scent has faded and gone from my hands.&nbsp; <br><br>My husband works late, and I am asleep when he comes home.&nbsp; He wakes me quietly with his needs, urgent, and quick.&nbsp; And I am back to sleep within minutes.&nbsp; <br><br>I dress the next morning after they are all gone for work and school.&nbsp; I put my hair up today, as I like the way the up-sweep complements the dress I have chosen.&nbsp; As I put on the heels, I feel grateful that I tend to do more sitting than walking on a given day.<br><br>I arrive at 9:00, half an hour before you do.&nbsp; I have spoken to Ken, the guy who seems sort of odd but knows everything that's going on with the computers, and have managed to bribe him into giving me the information I want from people's computers and their websites.&nbsp; He is giving me a database the links the names and the various sites everyone is visiting.&nbsp; The price?&nbsp; A beta version of my husband's current project.&nbsp; Ken is a complete geek.<br><br>I am finishing up prepping the files for your day as you enter looking quite happy.&nbsp; <br><br>"Samson has a way wit hhis hands..." I say as you tell me how pleased you are.&nbsp; As you place the plate with the crepe on it in front of me, my eyes widen.&nbsp; "I can't eat much of this, I'm afraid," I say..."But perhaps a bite or two to taste..." I pick up the fork and enjoy a bite of the delicious creamy chocolate orange flavors.&nbsp; "mmmmm....thank you..."<br><br>I give you a report for the morning and let you know of my success with the geek downstairs.&nbsp; "Oh, and you have a request from Mr. Danvers has already called to request a golf game with you....not a surprise there.&nbsp; He hates email, by the way, I'll divert his calls as much as I can unless you want to speak to him.&nbsp; I think he doesn't have much to do..."<br><br>I have already made notes and annotations in the files, and I mention a couple of interest.&nbsp; "The kitchen talk this morning was mostly about what a shake-up you are going to cause.&nbsp; Folks are already asking me for information about you.&nbsp; How to...stay on your good side.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 01:14:28</strong>
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				"Tell them That Im really into chess.... I am.. but I'm actually really more into Go.&nbsp; Might as well let it slip a bit that im into playing pick up games Of Football, American or otherwise... Just don't let it slip how much I hate Golf.. that can be a death nail in a place like this " leaning back closing my eyes to think for at least a little bit. 'Schedule me a game at whatever golf coarse is close with Mr. Danvers.... If any of the Engineers that Ive already interviewed&nbsp; are interested in golf.. invite them along too.. Its time to see if MR Danvers dosnt have much to do because hes really good at what he does, or really bad. I suspect one, and so do you but the game will lower his guard especially if im bringing some of the best engineers along.. and if he can keep tlaking shop with them.. then theirs potential. " <br><br>I stretch a little more, opening my eyes a bit "Nice dress by the way, im going to be thinking about that one later on" turning my head to look down at the shoes, eyes getting big, and a bit of a whistle "You know theirs some storage here so you can were something comfortable on the way to the office I only suggested a little heel .. but even sitting I can tell those are going to bring your legs out... way to go the extra mile " smilling a bit as i close my eyes again.. trying to collect my thoughts, and having a bit of trouble contraindicating on the work at hand. <br><br>Eyes still closed "Also.. invite Mr. Oakly.. and find out if he would be available today to run me to the pro shop to pick up a new set.. If not try and find a time... wait you know what let Mr. Danvers secretary schedule the game.. he probably has a country club access or something " standing again, walking to your desk, i touch the fabric of the dress.. pulling it a bit open on the front as i look down.. mostly though at what i have pinched in my figures as i role it a bit "very nice ... good choice... I hope you know that your purches were NOT a one time expense.. anytime you feel you could use something I trust you"&nbsp; as i stand next to you "waiting for you to respond, letting my hand slide across your chest before pulling it back and letting it rest next to the keyboard my pinky touching yours. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 04:47:23</strong>
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				I nod and take notes as&nbsp; you speak, typing quickly into the computer and put together a mental list from the engineers you have already spoken to and another one or two I know you will approve of.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When you pause and mention my legs, I look down instinctively at my legs having momentarily forgotten them.&nbsp; Sitting as I was, the new shoes feel fine on my feet. <br><br>I walked in thinking that yesterday was a fluke, that perhaps you weren't really trying to come on to me.&nbsp; That, you were being friendly and perhaps didn't have a handle on personal limits.&nbsp; When you touch my dress and then my chest and linger at my fingertips, you have boldly and clearly stated your intent.&nbsp; What were the lines I practiced in my head on the way to work?&nbsp; They were so clever. So witty.&nbsp; Crafted.&nbsp; Perfectly stated to let you know that I'm married and have no interest in ruining my marriage.&nbsp; Jaunty and fun, they'd tell you I find you a handsome young man,<em> but really.</em>&nbsp; Yet now, with your small finger touching mine, the memory of your caress at my neck and chest has co-opted my brain.&nbsp; When was the last time I felt...desire?&nbsp; All I can think to do is see if I can smell you. <br><br>If I believed in magic, I'd accuse you of using some on me.&nbsp; My mind is clouded and confused.&nbsp; I swallow, feeling like the sound echos across the room.&nbsp; I finally manage words, but they are not nearly so clever as I wish them to be.&nbsp; "Really...Mr. Smith..."&nbsp; I move my hand gently away by a few inches so we are no longer touching.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 05:06:39</strong>
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				Hearing you at a loss for words... something i didn't expect, and even gives me a little pause. But some how through it drives me just a little bolder.. pulling the dress a tiny bit more seeing the bra strap, how new it looks, but also that it dosnt have any real sheen to it, that it. I bend over getting close enough to smell you, my lips almost on your skin.. but staying just off... "What was it you wanted... I didn't relise that you also needed new underwear ... I would have thought that you would have had plenty of nice underthings... a body like that.. and with how wonderful your husband must be to have some one like you... " standing up, and walking to the other side of the desk... "I want you to feel comfortable, and im told no one makes better then the Pros... But also I need you to be happy and stress free... So go get a few things, show that Husband a nice thrill... Oh.. and When your mind clears a little bit.. send them to me.. I'm sure they were brilliant."&nbsp; giving a boyish grin as I stow back to my office . Im already gone by the time you notice that i left the lingerie cards on your keyboard. <br><br>after another five interviews, keeping the files on my own.. I come back.. dropping them off... "I think you rember the drill right?" gym bag in hand.. "ohh and whens my trip with MR. Oakly?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 05:21:47</strong>
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				"I'm quite comfortable, thank you, Mr. Smith, " I say.&nbsp; Yet, there in front of me are the Victoria Secret and Frederick's cards.&nbsp; I casually put them in the drawer of my desk in case anyone walks in. <br><br>I complete your application to the golf club that everyone belongs to.&nbsp; It's a company perk.&nbsp; I send a few emails and within half an hour I'm done setting up a couple weeks worth of games, and I'm already getting return emails from people wondering if I was joking about Chess and Go.&nbsp; I forward these to you so you can read them as they are quite amusing--along with my response that includes links to wikipedia, and several gaming sites to learn about both games.<br><br>As you head off to the gym, I say, "I need to skip lunch--those crepes were delicious but not compatible with a lunch as well.&nbsp; And besides, Mr. Oakly will meet you at the pro shop directly after your workout."&nbsp; I send you a google.map link&nbsp; with the pro-shop address on it to your iphone.&nbsp; <br><br>As you leave, I click on Safari and type in Victoria's secret, just to see what they have online.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 05:49:32</strong>
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				I head off and am gone for a majority of the afternoon, a few of your closer friends from the pool come to gossip , wondering if Ive made any decisions yet.. and more then a couple suggestive question . And more then one comment about how much your dressing up . But soon its over, I skip going into your office, giving it time for the birds to fly away from the cat, and allowing me to set the gold clubs down... I walk back into your domain&nbsp; "Im fairly sure that if we invested half the money that we do into golf club technology that we would be able to send every child to university" rolling my eyes... coming around instead of sitting, my hands going to your neck after i cose the door, rubbing a bit " You shouldn't stare at that screen so much.. I could see your eyes shot from the door way.. you need to take a few breaks and read some, go for a bit of a walk about"&nbsp; &nbsp;as i use my thumbs on the back of your neck, pinching a bit.. not quite as good as seamus , hell not half as good as him but definitively top ten ,&nbsp; "I got you the reading chair so you could read some ... How much do i need to stress that this is a fairly koshy position ...&nbsp; besides.. the busier we appear .. the more worried people get" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 06:17:43</strong>
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				In spite of myself, I let out a quiet,&nbsp; low, pleased moan as you touch my neck.&nbsp; Your fingers are working through the kinks that have formed today and I tilt my head from side to side as you work.&nbsp; "You seem to have done this before," I say.&nbsp; You can take this to mean any number of things. Am I talking about the massage?&nbsp; Or the fact that you have touched me in ways that no other man has for years, and I'm enjoying it.&nbsp; Probably more than I should.&nbsp; I decide that your intent is perhaps to just be flirtatious and friendly with a little sexual tension.&nbsp; After a while, I let myself relax as you touch my neck.&nbsp; After all, why would a man your age really be interested in a woman twelve, perhaps fifteen years older?<br><br>"Paid to read...sounds like a dream job," I say.&nbsp; I turn my head toward you slightly, getting a gentle waft of your scent again.&nbsp; "Anything in particular you need for tomorrow?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 06:41:31</strong>
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				"For you to bring A few good books... And a few trashy ones too... and don't tell me that you dont have a guilt pleasure... I love the Destroyer series... all crap.. most not worth the paper there printed on.. But there great and i love them dearly.. and your reading breaks are for relaxation of your eyes and to free up your brain a little bit.. So.. go ahead and bring some heavy stuff.. but please focus on the light." putting my head next to yours, taking a deeper wiff as i finish the massage, moving almost to kiss your cheek, but I don't, I just walk to the door... "Is there anything you need for tomorrow... Since I'm going to be gone most of the fucking day... ohh and be forewarned I may be in a foul mood.. and will definitively require your back rubbing expertise " turning then looking back.. "ohh.. and no perfume... Im ..' and i purposefully making it obvious that its an excuse, not real at all "allergic"&nbsp; Going to my office , spending the rest of the day in interviews.&nbsp; I send an email conferring for you to go at 3:30 , reminding you "Stop at the mall... show your man some loven.. then at least two of us will be getting some'&nbsp; The next day rolls around.. I dont come in until the afternoon.. the golf game. I look happy as a clam until they leave.. then a furry comes over my face... I pgrab my note book from my pocket come over, set it firmly on your desk <br><br>"This has nothing to do with you, im not mad at you at all... But I cant belive that I spent six hours of my life duing that.. all to determine that Mr. Danvers and his entire family should be subject to Eugenics"&nbsp; I take a deep breath.. 'No meetings.. no phone.. not even an email unless its an emergancy for one half hour... Then if you would be so kind to come and rub my neck... I need to confirm that theres at least one competant person around here" obviously venting a bit.. but not at you. just so that some one heres, some one is there .. some one that he hopes understands him enough to know that he isnt duing this cause hes mad at them, rather happy and trusts them enough to show this side... I takes anouther few breaths, smiles walks to my office&nbsp; close the door, turn off the lights. music Starts, Daft Punk...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 07:06:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As you finish your massage, and come close to my cheek I feel your breath on my neck and I suppress a shudder.&nbsp; The edges of your goatee tickle my neck, and a sudden flush of goose bumps spread across me unbidden and uncontrolled.&nbsp; The feeling is more intimate than if you had kissed me.&nbsp; <br><br>I spend the day alternating between reading some crap fiction, a new translation of Beowulf, and working on things that needed to be done.&nbsp; I look at the Vitcoria's site three times without ordering anything.&nbsp; I poke around and find a few things, but each time close down the page with the card back in the drawer.<br><br>When the others leave and your anger shows, I'm surprised.&nbsp; But also feel like I've garnered some sort of trust from you.&nbsp; As if you've let your guard down in front of me and dropped your pretense.&nbsp; I look at the clock and prepare a fresh mocha should you want it at exactly thirty one minutes.&nbsp; I figured it took a minute to get situated.&nbsp; I open the door and enter, closing it behind me and try to let my eyes adjust before saying anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 07:26:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Im sitting in the dark, my head banging a little bit, eyes closed, Thump tump tump, coming from my speekers, Work it playing at a loud , but reasonable volume..&nbsp; Im on my desk, cross legged, in my shorts, exercise and boxers, no shirt on, but there is verry little light in the room, enough to make out lines, curtains drawn, but leads giving off enough for an outline of the situation.... "Thank you Dr. Armstrong, the cofee smell excelent.." itake it, rubbing your hand just a bit "If you would be so kind... " breathing hard, obviously meditating, a faint sent of incense permiating the room , though the stick has long since died, taking a few sips of the moca holding it in my lap head still bobbing, eyes not opening.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 22:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm slightly surprised to see you sitting on your desk, looking like a skinny buddha.&nbsp; As you take the coffee from my hand, I smile inwardly.&nbsp; Your naked torso is beautiful in the light of the room, the shadows defining the shape of your chest and abdomen.&nbsp; &nbsp;I feel like I've entered some interesting place, not an office, the smell of the incense sweet and musky reminding me of my bath.&nbsp; <br><br>Your hand against mine is warm, and I find myself liking the touch.&nbsp; My face flushes at the realization and I am glad it is dark.&nbsp; I wouldn't want you to see it.<br><br>"Please, Kate will do..." I say as I rub my hands together swiftly to warm them up a bit before reaching for your neck.&nbsp; Since you are sitting on your desk, your neck is almost as high as mine.&nbsp; My heels make me slightly taller standing than you are sitting, but just barely.&nbsp; I place my hands on your neck and feel around your shoulders to find the parts that are bundled tightly to loosen them.&nbsp; The hair on the back of your neck makes a smooth line against your skin, and my eyes focus on this line.&nbsp; I place my thumbs in the very middle of your neck and begin to apply pressure, my fingers wrapping gently toward the front.&nbsp; <br><br>I refrain from placing my face against your shoulder, the way I would if you were my husband, but imagine the scent from my hands yesterday and my eyes close as I work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 04:15:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sent is quite a bit more then it was before, as Ive been fuing, and haven't had a chance to take a shower after calming down. In the dim, slightly blueish color that the room is set in, its hard to see, but once your hand touches one on my bare skin, you notice a scare.. its hard to trace, but it looks like a long one.. faded and old.. there are smatterings of others but ... the light just makes it impossible to tell how big, how many.. or what might have caused them. If it wernt for how big they were it wouldnt be too hard to imagine a wild night, and a woman with too sharp of nails.&nbsp; "Thats Heavenly... And I will if you insist but I like calling you DR.&nbsp; Its a symbol of your accomplishments, and I like accomplished people <br><br>Letting out a long sigh , and even a bit of a groan.. taking a sip of the coffee and enjoying a few more moments of the music. head still butting. "We need to get rid of Mr. Danvers. but we need to find out just how he got to were he is.. did he get there by favors or blackmail. ... or a mixture of the too... he certainly isnt there by talent... Mr. Oakley on the other hand would make a Fine replacement.&nbsp; as i pinch my nose... "If its blackmail then we need to do one of a few things... Raise him to the Bord of Directors.. since they basically don't do anything any way at any company. Get rid of whoever hes blackmailing, Or my Favorite, Black Mail him ourselves ... if its favors well then favor served, you made it. Ba Bye. Also I'm going to have to go on a trip With Mr. Oakly in two weeks, Monday through Wednesday, hes going to brief the Hong Kong office and it will be a good time to check him out, as well as I would have to check that office anyway and do some interviews then... Make sur you DONT book the same flight.. and Book me Coach. Try and score me a laptop with some of the beta were on it.. and one of geeks to give me a tour... I want to try my own focus groups and nothing like a fifteen hour flight in coach to get people to check out the cool new thing and be honest about it." <br><br>IF you try and follow below my shoulder blades "A little higher... Thanks.. Sorry ive got a thing about being touched down there by non professionals, or people that im not planning on being carnally involved with soon, or am in the process there in... Not that I would object to being Carnally involved of coarse mind you... Far , Far from it.&nbsp; But lets save you having to say no by me not asking"&nbsp; I stand after a bit but don't turn the light on.. and definitely don't show my front, as I slip my pants on 'that will be all for now... Anything I can do to help get whoever to talk on Danvers.. let me know. " 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 20:50:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I run my fingers along your scar, wondering where it might have come from.&nbsp; But I don't ask.&nbsp; It seems personal, perhaps a hidden wound.&nbsp; &nbsp;I wonder if you had a difficult childhood, parents that hit or something like that. <br><br>"If you must, you can use the term doctor, but it doesn't score me any points with the girls in the pool...I don't like them thinking I'm trying to be uppity.&nbsp; When I need information, it helps to be more like one of them," I say.&nbsp; Not sure if you get what it's like to truly inhabit two worlds.<br><br>As you talk about getting rid of Danvers and wonder aloud about the blackmail, my hands pause.&nbsp; I have an answer, but I'm sworn to secrecy and am not sure I'm ready to trust you with Mr. Danver's prey.&nbsp; Instead I say, "I have some ideas about Mr. Danvers...But, I need to check in with a few people..."&nbsp; I'm vague, but it worries me what you might do with the information Danver's is already using.&nbsp; I don't know you well enough to trust you with other people's darker secrets.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll set up your flights as you ask, no problem with the laptops etc.."I say, these details are easy for me to arrange.&nbsp; I tuck your instructions to the back of my mind.<br><br>My hands work on the knots, following them like the lines on a map.&nbsp; As they release the kinks, they simply follow the trail, but then you stop me.&nbsp; When you tell me that you wouldn't object to being carnally involved with me I smile--it&nbsp; has seemed to me that you have been throwing sexual hints and innuendos with your every touch--but I simply say, "All right, but I'm calling to see if Samson has anything tomorrow...you've got some major kinks back here."<br><br>As you turn the lights on and dress with your back to me, I can't help but wonder if you aren't hiding the fact that my touch has somehow influenced you in a visible way.&nbsp; <br><br>"Will there be anything else at the moment, Mr. Smith?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 21:04:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The light shows the scars considerably better, there long, really long, and many.. probably a bit more then a hundred, and concentrated on the low side of my back, as I get the pants on, and adjust myself, I turn, you can definitely see that you had an affect, and that im trying to hide it. not doing that bad of a job as there is no outline, tucked in, and the belt isn't on making the pants tighter . "There will be plenty at the moment. For you... Just get to work on making those calls.. going down to the pool and finding out what you can... Whenever possible i like to show the rank and file that im mostly here to go after management as soon as I can. "<br><br>I look you up and down as i start to put my shirt back on, "And no Wile i wouldn't mind an hour with him.. I cant waste all my time at the massage parlor being handled by beautiful men" grinning wide. Walking closer , getting into your face.. then leaning in to your ear the small hairs of my gotee brushing the side of your ear "How about you Kate.. is there anything that you need of me at the moment?" hands wrapping around at the waist, not touching you but being places on the wall behind. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 22:40:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you get dressed, surprised by the many scars on your back, as if you'd been...whipped or something.&nbsp; My heart flutters in a painful way as I realize you have been beaten.&nbsp; I think of child abusers, evil parents and the like.&nbsp; <br><br>I am pleased for some reason that you are obviously physically excited by my touch.&nbsp; It takes my husband more and more Viagra&nbsp; and time these days for his physical responses to work.&nbsp; I feel a sense of personal pride that my hands can still elicit such a male response.&nbsp; <br><br>I'm surprised when you call Samson a beautiful man. For he is.&nbsp; But most men wouldn't admit it outloud to anyone.&nbsp; As you come closer I instinctively back away a couple of steps and find myself against the wall.&nbsp; Your arms gate me in without touching me, but your goatee sends shivers down my neck.&nbsp; I lean my ear in very slightly toward your goatee while turning my face away from yours, to feel the delicious tickle and deny you at the same time.&nbsp; "I think, Mr. Smith, that I should get to work..."<br><br>I don't move, but simply stand there, waiting for you to release me from your impromptu cage.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 23:03:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good girl" smiling, letting you go, but as i turn my hand slaps your ass again, looking into your face for the reaction the instead that you feel and I here the snapping before I go and sit down into my chair, booting up the TV and my computer screens again, turning down the volume, almost off. and re adjust. I take as many interviews as I can. Including starting to get a few secretaries of random Managers, All closed door,&nbsp; coming out each interview sitting in your view as i look at the board of chess and then Go. making the right moves, then heading back in getting with smiles. Tying again for you to go ahead and go home at the right , The next day I leave you be for the most part, and just go through interviews, ... I do go to the Gym. And do bring you lunch.. but get focused on a few lines,&nbsp; Friday Rolls around, dressed down, Jeans and a cool band T shirt. hair spiked instead of flatly combed I spend most of the mourning in the labs talking to people who are reluctant to come to me over there bosses head coming into your office "You'll have to think about it.. But in two months we should go check out the Vegas office, theres also a couple trade shows going on at the time.. and i would like you to come with me.. Monday through Thursday" as i drop off the files from before standing for now as i look at you reading. smiling wide 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 23:47:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When you slap my ass, my eyes widen a bit and I turn toward you, my eyes spark in a mixture of confusion and delight. The tingles against my skin keep me touching the place every once in a while during the rest of the day. I like the fact that you've been playing with me, but you've just told me you don't want to be "carnally" involved.&nbsp; I love your choice of words.&nbsp; So raw.&nbsp; Clear.<br><br>I return to my desk and send a couple of emails and wait for a response.&nbsp; As the week goes by, I wonder what game you are playing with me.&nbsp; I begin to crave your little touches, but there's little else.&nbsp; When you walk in on Friday, I sense a slightly different side to you, with your spiked hair.&nbsp; <br><br>You notice I am gone from my desk for a little while.&nbsp; You probably don't worry about it, but, it is at an unusual time for me to have slipped away.<br><br>When you stop by to tell me that you'd like to take me to Vegas, I simply nod and agree to go.&nbsp; I take the files from you and say, "There's a club on second and Monroe.&nbsp; Show starts at eight.&nbsp; Food is excellent.&nbsp; I've made you reservations for one, but the tables always holds two."&nbsp; &nbsp;I know this is cryptic, but it is all I'm allowed to say.&nbsp; "You're hair will fit right in."&nbsp; The address is about as far from the company as one can get.&nbsp; <br><br>Then I pause and I look at you with sincerity and concern, "He's a good man, Mr. Smith. One of the best this company has to offer."&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 23:56:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright.." smilling a little bit at first... then eyes getting big.. "ohh.. this isnt about meeting you. .. well damn.. get some ones hopes up why dont you... ill take it this is about the little matter upstairs..." as you walk past i give your ass a hard slap "Good girl... GREAT girl" smilling wide, i follow you to your desk, and stand behind.. putting my hands on your sholders working in, and hard.. "thank you so much.. you've done.. excellent.. I relay feel like i should give you a treat.. something special.. But please with the trip.. dont say yes.. not just yet. Talk to your husband first... see if he wants to come along ... but back to your treat what would you like for being such a good girl?"<br>&nbsp;continuing to rub, my wrists putting out quite a bit of pharamone as i do, my hands traveling down your arms, locking with yours palms pushing together, holding tight, mine a little sweaty, as i lean in, chin on your shoulder, turning a bit so you feel the warmth of my damp breath on your neck... "Relay you've been doing good" holding your hands as firm as i can without making it tight .
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 00:27:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I apologize for not being clear, "I thought, perhaps you might have a companion...I wouldn't take anyone from the company, though..."&nbsp; As you slap my ass and compliment my work, I turn and smile gently and place my hand there, rubbing it almost without thought.<br><br>"I'll speak to my husband," I say, knowing he will not want to go.&nbsp; But it's a pretense, knowing I offer it to my husband makes it clear it's not a planned tryst--though I sense, perhaps...I shake my head and try to not to go there.<br><br>But then you follow me and place your hands on my shoulders--it feels so good.&nbsp; I can hardly bear it.&nbsp; Our palms held tight together...Your smell!&nbsp; God.&nbsp; My shoulders relax as I lean back gently almost melting against you.&nbsp; Your soft breath on my neck sparks a clear desire--if you look over my shoulder, my thin bra and silk shirt do nothing to hide my erect nipples.&nbsp; I tilt my head away from you, bringing my neck closer to your breath, my palms flex against yours and my fingers wrap around the outside of your hands gently, questioningly almost.<br><br>I let out a nervous laugh and my breathing is shallow.&nbsp; "A reward?" I ask and pause a moment before adding, "I like chocolate...bittersweet...Gold works too.."&nbsp; A smile plays at my lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 00:42:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"then you should have it... But gold... I wouldn't have expected that "&nbsp; he smiles. And returns to his work, getting through it much happier today. then before. He places an order on the internet, using his own card for Hand dipped cholcolates wrapped in gold foil, not gold colord foil, but gold foil. There from a small shop in Oregon , not one of the big names, but very fine in deed... I request that the darkest that they have for there Bon Bons, , and have them rolled in an assortmant of coatings. I put a rush on them, and have them addressed to to you. And decide that thats enough gold.. for now. I come back to your office esstaic "So im off to the club.. anything else i should know or bring " smiling a bit wider . no longer as sure i know whats going on.. but still youve done good. After a talk I head off, hopefully to a meeting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 01:29:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I don't know what to think of you.&nbsp; But, it's Friday, and my family has plans for the weekend.&nbsp; Family stuff.&nbsp; Outings.&nbsp; It will be busy.&nbsp; As I finish the day, I smell my palms as they are part me and part you.&nbsp; Undeniably sexual.&nbsp; Drawing me in, yes...you are.&nbsp; <br><br>If you were to look it up on the internet, you'd find that the club is not a sleezy place in any sense of the word.&nbsp; High class.&nbsp; In that part of town where people of all stripes and shapes and colors and sexualities hang out in peace and harmony.&nbsp; Except for the occasional interloper who shows up thinking they'll teach someone a lesson.&nbsp; They don't come often, though.&nbsp; The club is called "The Bird Cage" and it's front is kept clean and simple looking. On a Friday night, a long line forms against the wall behind an extended velvet rope.&nbsp; The bouncer is like a God deciding what beautiful people will enter.&nbsp; The criteria is simple.&nbsp; You must look good, but it doesn't matter whether you are alone, with a member of the same sex or of an opposite one.&nbsp; As a matter of fact.&nbsp; There are more guys lined up by twos than mixed couples.&nbsp; Probably one third of the line is made up of heteros hanging on each other.<br><br>If you go up to the bouncer and give him your name he will pause and look you up and down--eyeing&nbsp; you for a moment with disbelief, check the board and say, "Gotcha here...guest of...yeah..." He mumbles and you can't hear his name.<br><br>If you go inside and sit down, you will find yourself at a seat that comes with perks.&nbsp; Clearly, someone has a name here and&nbsp; you have been linked to it.&nbsp; You are in a prime spot, where the most influential and rich usually end up.&nbsp; If you bring someone with you, they will be quite impressed.<br><br>Order--whatever you like.&nbsp; Drinks, food.&nbsp; It's all good.&nbsp; But the show starts at eight.&nbsp; There is no program, but you see a small card that says, "Open Mike Night"&nbsp; It is clear that the performers are all drag queens.&nbsp; The emcee comes onto stage and gives everyone notice. "The Lady is in, tonight Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls. Girls and Girls, Boys and Boys...yes indeed.&nbsp; La Grande Dame of the city is here.&nbsp; La Donna Bella!&nbsp; She'll be out later after a few beginning acts."<br><br>The acts are simple, high class, well done beautiful queens.&nbsp; Finally...a vision appears on stage, La Donna Bella, a virtual goddess in sparkling dress.&nbsp; Smooth face, hair that looks undeniably long and real, perfection in every way.&nbsp; Even when she begins to sing, her voice clear.&nbsp; The music might not be to your liking.&nbsp; But those eyes...they belong to Vincent Bellamy.&nbsp; Clearly, undeniably.&nbsp; Second from the top at the company.&nbsp; She is self assured on stage.&nbsp; Graceful. Beautiful and in her element.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 02:00:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch with great interest close smilling wide, hell i thought that man was cute to begin with... I decide not here, I wont push it here. Ill wait till i get back into the office.. But I instantly send a text to you. 'ASAP... I need a meeting with Bellamy.. Also look into my contacts call Valley Wag and tell them my name and that I need to speek with Huel" But keep watching the show... eventually when the show ends I mingle and socialize, finding a few people, and a few employees and start working on getting put on the VIP list . I wake up late in the mourning and go for a swim, Walking down to lake Sammamish, jumping in and start swimming, Swimming from noon till it starts to get dark before heading back in... I start to think of the different possibilities, including seducing Vince, Or Donna... but something strange happens when I start down that path of thought.. I start to think about You. And oddly feel like it would be cheating.. I try and shake it.. but cant so I start thinking of the different paths. How is the blackmail working.. is this all of it.. Bellamy actually is good.. is there a way to handle this.. and keep him around.. this is going to be hard to deal with.. but possible.&nbsp; I go home and meditate for a good portion of that evening I don't make a reappearance at the club.. too soon to be a regular, but I decide to head downtown and check out a few. and dance till morning . Sunday i spend the first half of the day shopping for me, then you.. Jewlery.. that just dost seem right not yet... <br><br>The chocolates will arive on your desk by post later in the day. On your desk is a box, in Black paper, and a red ribbon, inside of it a white and yellow rose pettles with a note on top "Your own private massager" burried and hidden in the pettles is " http://www.jimmyjane.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;cPath=1&amp;products_id=2 " knowing clearly that i crossed the line when i bought it. I almost hope that it will bring you to shoot me down, to sabotage things, to get you off my mind.. Almost.&nbsp; But i wait and see.. and make no comment about your gift unless you bring it up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 19:26:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When you text me, I'm leaning against my husband watching "The Pearl Fischers" at the opera.&nbsp; My purse, is wedged between us, so we both feel the vibration as it rings.&nbsp; He looks at me with a wrinkled brow and frowns, obviously not happy to see someone is calling me at such an inopportune time. I of course, ignore the call until intermission, at which point I pull out my iPhone and check my text message.&nbsp; My husband has gone in search of his wine, and I sit in the seat alone reading your&nbsp; note.&nbsp; It didn't take you long to put two and two together.&nbsp; I text back saying, "Will do" and leave it at that.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I plan on telling you more about what I know about Bellamy on Monday.&nbsp; I wanted you to see how beautiful he becomes on stage when he is transformed into Donna. And to help you see why he's given in to Danvers,&nbsp; I link you to a webpage that shows Carolyn Bellamy in a very conservative dress with him in regular business attire on her arm.&nbsp; It is her GOP website for her current political campaign.&nbsp; She's a very successful state senator who runs on family values and her website will link you to her church--a very conservative place in the valley that looms large like an airplane hanger.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I arrive early on Monday and make the appointment with Bellamy for you.&nbsp; It occurs to me that I had heard that Danvers hired a PI to investigate everyone in the company to find things, but then, I wonder...perhaps there was another way that Danvers has found out about Bellamy.&nbsp; I begin some research with the girls in the pool.<br><br>it is just after you normally arrive, and I am returning from my latest foray to the geek man.&nbsp; I have a disk in my hand that will make you smile wide, when I notice a delivery has been made on my desk.&nbsp; Then I remember your offer of a reward for work well done.&nbsp; I pick up the box expecting chocolate and am surprised to find soft rose petals, fragrant and sweet.&nbsp; I read the note and wonder..."Massager"&nbsp; And pick up the soft velvety case in the box.&nbsp; Opening it, my eyes widen in surprise as I realize just what type of massager you have given me.&nbsp; I look at it for a long few moments before I twist the small knob to on to see what kind of vibration it would give off.&nbsp; The sound seems as loud as a chain saw to me, and I turn it off quickly, though I know it was actually very quiet.&nbsp; My cheeks flush and I look around before I put it back in the velvet case.&nbsp; I'm not sure what to do with it.&nbsp; I mean, I know what it's for, but the fact that you've given it to me makes me a little worried.&nbsp; Conscious that our little cat and mouse game has stepped up a notch.<br><br>I put it back in the box and place the box on my desk.&nbsp; Then, I think someone might want to see what was in the box, so I take it out of the box and put the velvet bag into my purse.&nbsp; I place it down deep, under everything and inside a pocket.&nbsp; <br><br>I look in your office, but you don't seem to be around.&nbsp; I'm glad I have a few minutes to figure out something to say to you.&nbsp; "Thank you for the lovely vibrator" seems a little awkward for some reason.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 04:56:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I come in looking happy, ands just smile at you. I walk into your office and sit down, crossing my legs looking at you dressed in a shirt and tie again.. 'Ive got a Freind that works at Valley Wag. there going to.. Publish details about the bosses extra ciriculars.. but heres the best part.. there going to Lie.. as usual... ITs valley wag.. so naturaly its a lie.. but even if some one checks up on it... There going to have the wrong name.. the wrong club... even got some pics and paid a Relay good friend of mine to photoshop them.. actually made him look a lot more like him.. but the photoshop will be obvious enough that people will just think its done the other way"<br><br>He breaths out again.. "By the way less fun gift will be coming in the mail.. Ohh.. and Im going to try and be a regular at that club.. its not something that HAS to happen.. and definitely not instantly Just curious if you can give any tips on getting on there VIP list more perminatly.. Youve made enough just happen instantly.. We need to reserve your resources for thouse times when its important so far it has.. but now that weve become established.. we can slow down a bit on thouse things.. and take the long way around on them "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 18:04:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I understand what you are trying to do for Bellamy and hope it works.&nbsp; I say,"If I'd just told you what Danvers had on him, I was afraid you wouldn't get it.&nbsp; He's so...in his element on stage.&nbsp; And he's so frightened of what would happen to his marriage.&nbsp; I feel for him...badly.&nbsp; He got married young.&nbsp; His wife--Well, let's just say, I'd probably still be his direct assistant if it weren't for her.&nbsp; She made him give me up.&nbsp; Not that we had anything going...She has no idea, you know?&nbsp; She thinks he's a completely straight <em>respectable </em>guy.&nbsp; He loves her though...Don't get that." <br><br>I feel like I'm rambling, but then I add, pushing the disc to the corner of my desk.&nbsp; "Might be moot at this point...but I got to questioning the story that Danvers hired a PI to kick up the dirt on Bellamy.&nbsp; So, I had my geeky friend do some clever computer stuff.&nbsp; The disc has links to every web site that Danvers has visited over the last four months.&nbsp; I think you'll find it interesting.&nbsp; Not that you will need to blackmail him directly, probably...but I suspect he caught Bella Donna on stage himself one night.&nbsp; Also, none of the girls in the pool have ever had any sexual advanced from Danvers.&nbsp; Not even the slightest hint of interest."<br><br>When you mention that a less fun gift is coming, I feel a bit of a blush come across my face.&nbsp; But I am surprised that you want to be a regular at the Cage.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If your little plot with Bellamy works, I can guarantee you a VIP in that place almost instantly.&nbsp; She's a regular there and one of their best draws..." <br><br>I tap a pencil against the pretty box that still sits on my desk.&nbsp; "About your gift..."&nbsp; I play with the ribbon on the box and look at you, meeting your eyes, "Thank you.........it's rather extravagant.&nbsp; I'm not used to such...indulgences in my life.&nbsp; I look forward to...breaking it in.&nbsp; I'm afraid that I will need to leave it here, though...I don't see it...as a domestic appliance but more...one more suited to the office setting."&nbsp; <br><br>I wait for your response, my feet feel firmly planted on the other side of the line now, but I wonder...I wonder just how much longer you will toy with me.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 00:15:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"yeah... if i didn't see i probably would have just tried to get him to admit it.. I still want to talk to him... its going to come out.. but the trick is to make sure it looks fake. The pictures and story are going to come from Mr Danvers. as it turns out a USB drive is going to be found at the club with the pictures... Heavily photoshoped. with a plan to use them to climb the ladder. Valey wag isn't going to publish that part.. there going to make it as scandalous as they can.. and if its published in Valley wag then it must be false.. but as my contact is going to have the full information.. it will leek out as rumor and the rest of the press will relise whats going on... or what i want them to think is going on.. and drop it as a non story cause MR Danvers has already been sacked. " smiling a little bit. <br><br>""And your verry welcome . It tends to be yes... "Nice .. subtle, not small.. in a home setting i imagine you would have one more suitable..&nbsp; Im told that the metal makes it so that you can clean it with the purel whipes from office supply quite well, and as its gold.. dosnt tarnish.. youl have to COME into my office afterwards so i might smell the results" smilling then thinking of a minor point&nbsp; <br><br>"when do your and your family tend to take your vacation time.. so i can plan for that..There might be some minor construction work over here soon... This company is going to need a perminite efficency expert to take over once i get everything in order.. and might as well work on that wile I can still benefit from it "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 00:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your very funny, I think.&nbsp; Maybe I'll use it and bring it to you all wet and drippy--or perhaps use the purel wipes heavily just so that's all you smell.&nbsp; &nbsp;I snort involuntarily when you mention that I might have a more suitable device at home.&nbsp; The truth is I have nothing like this at home.&nbsp; My husband is rather sensitive to the thought of toys.&nbsp; They make him feel inadequate.&nbsp; That his real life cock isn't big enough or hard enough or something ridiculous like that.&nbsp; Our last argument about it was many years ago, though.&nbsp; Before kids, when I was more interested in masturbating while alone, before when I had time home alone.&nbsp; A rare thing now for sure.<br><br>"Why, Mr. Smith...I'm almost surprised you didn't ask for a demonstration," I say.&nbsp; But you have already moved on so I add, "We take vacation July 2nd through July 16th this year.&nbsp; Two weeks.&nbsp; Always in the summer though..."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 00:37:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright .. I might give you a few days off here next month when there going to be working on our offices proper.. Wait... Ill just have you work in home wile im in Hong Kong.. hows that.. And That wouldn't be Proper of me now would it Kate!" smiling wide at that comment.. He gets up, and goes to his office, waiting for people to show up, for people to come be interviewed, and waiting for Mr Danver's current PA to give you a ring so ill know when the meeting will be, the story wont hit till next week. and obviously can still be retracted. Im so anxcious for the meeting i decide not to go work out just in case he calls, even ordering out for lunch, sending you an email asking what youd like from the Thai Place that delivers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 00:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"At home? " I'm puzzled.&nbsp; "I can use the desk in the pool if this office will be torn up...Unless you want me to work in tandem with your hours while you are gone...that would be better done at home...middle of the night here and all that..."<br><br>"Proper?" I say under my breath.&nbsp; Is giving me the damn thing proper?&nbsp; My guess is most people would say no, but I let it pass, because I want to see where you will eventually go with all this.&nbsp; I'm in no hurry, and I"m not entirely sure what I want either.&nbsp; Though, more and more, I feel like I want you to do something...more.&nbsp; What that is, I'm not sure.&nbsp; I haven't dated in more than fifteen years, and the thought of having an affair at this point is both thrilling and terrifying.&nbsp; <br><br>I laugh and order the pork satay--simple delicious and sweet.&nbsp; I think it's extremely hilarious that you seem to like feeding me.&nbsp; I tell you that your meeting is confirmed for two o'clock.&nbsp; I work on the database that I've compiled and add notes to the folders on my desk, knowing you'll want them for your next set of interviews.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 01:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I finish up my tofu peanut , having eaten it slowly, and with bib, slow day for interviews, already got the eager ones.. it will be time to go after the shy ones soon. and probably hang out in the secretarial pool gossiping. When i get your call I immediately check myself in the mirror, get those last bits perfect, and pop an Altoids.&nbsp; I come to your office and blow on your face, right at your nose "Hows the breath" wanting to supprise you with it , just in case its bad and you decide to be polite. Then head over to the executive building showing up an half hour early, wanting to make sure theres no fuck up.. wanting to see him as soon as possible I have my net book, with the fingure print scaner, Plug it in, scan it, and type a password 26 characters long to get to the boot screen, then another to load the OS, all wile in his office. 'Sorry I wanted to get that started it can take a wile to Dycrypt... Thank you sir for seeing me on such short notice." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 01:24:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your breath is fine..." I say with a slight laugh.&nbsp; "You look just fine...go on up..."<br><br>****<br><br>I stand up and shake your hand, recognizing you from your initial interview with the company and from the club the other night. " I hope to God that Kate was right about you.&nbsp; She assured me that you would be...sensitive...to my extra curricular activities...might even help find a way out of my troubles..."<br><br>I wave you to a seat and head to my mini-bar--my hands shake a little as I pour a drink. "Want anything?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 01:30:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dont drink.. Thank you though... And yes I am... Ive got a plan. One that will make sure no one will ever believe it.. and we do it.. by telling the truth"&nbsp; I reach into my pocket and pull out a box, Contact lenses, but&nbsp; not a prescription ( http://www.vampfangs.com/Angelic-Lneses-p/fxanglic.htm ) "Theres a gift by the way.. its the only thing that gave you away.. Dona seems like a pretty wild chick to me" smiling wide and starting to sit down 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 01:36:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take the box from you and look at the lenses.&nbsp; "Hmmm...Donna wild?&nbsp; Well...she's only let out every once in a while.&nbsp; Not often enough, but what's safe...Tell me, Tom...You seem to be going out of your way here to do this.&nbsp; What is it you want from me?"<br><br>I expect some new bribe.&nbsp; I don't know what.&nbsp; I'm happy though, to do almost anything to get Danvers out of the company.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 01:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me Do it.. Let me Fire him! Let me do it publicly in front of people" smilling leaning back.. "But if you want to do it that will be fine as well... I suppose theres a few things I would like.. but this is all about me doing my job.. your good for the company.. There are others at your level that should be put out to the pasture that is the board.. but thats for later... its just from above its hard to see the kinks in the web, and thats what im for.. geting the company moving again... and your paying me a HEAFTY sum of money to do it... If you want to pay me back though.. information would be handy.. and I would like to join that club of yours.. I had a blast"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 02:06:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm finding it hard to believe that you are doing this simply out of a work ethic, Tom...but, I'll let you stick to that as much as you like.&nbsp; I appreciate it, personally.&nbsp; I'm a little sick of the behind the scenes crap.&nbsp; If everyone just did their job..."<br><br>I look at you as I speak and wonder what you see.&nbsp; Do you see me or Donna at the moment?&nbsp; &nbsp;"I can get you a free ride into the club...hell, I'll even expense it out under Donna...they love her there." <br><br>I pause on my way back to my seat and place my hand on your shoulder, squeeze it firmly, "Tell me, Tom...what is this plan of yours anyway?"&nbsp; I see your computer is done making sounds and am ready to hear what the plan is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 02:14:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We tell the truth... But we do it in a way that everyone with half a brain knows its a Lie"&nbsp; pulling up one of the photoshopped pics thats made you look more manly.. 'Now i know that looks bad.. but if you take a close look at the lines you can tell that its been photoshooped to make you look like the oppisite gender.. " standing up turrning the laptop, going to him putting my hand on his back bending to click through it "OBviously a fake right.. also.. its who were telling .. Valley wag.. there going to report it as a differtn stage name at a differnt club.. even found one that sorta looks like it... Versi Valume, down in Tacoma. Good friend of mine is a reporter down there thats feeding the story.. there going to let it leek that MR Danvers is setting you up to blackmail the company with this.. afrad the new efficency expert is going to turn him in... That fucking son of a bitch.. He thought i didnt drink cause i used to be an alcoholic or something.. slipped some boos into my coke at golf and was talking all about falling off the wagon to try and get me out.. But no Mr Bellamy I actualy do have a good work ethic.. and am very professional when it comes to getting the work done... though i might have more fun at it then most"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 04:24:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch you as you head up to Bellamy's office and wait until you are way down the hall before closing the door and locking it.&nbsp; I pull out the golden toy you have given me and sit on the reclining chair, my heart beating with a sort of nervous energy.&nbsp; I've never done anything like this at work before.&nbsp; I am wearing garters and stockings, a habit I picked up somewhere along the way, and I simply move my panties to the side--panties I bought with your card on Victoria's secret, though I doubt you have the bill yet.&nbsp; I turn on the little metal treasure and begin to play with it.&nbsp; The vibration effect is rather quick and obvious, it doesn't take long at all, actually.&nbsp; Way faster than I expected...When I am done, I look at the gold and see it is shiny from my liquid.&nbsp; I hold it up to my nose to see if I can smell anything and think about it for a moment.&nbsp; I put it in an espresso cup and place it on your desk.&nbsp; I wonder if that's really what you meant, but decide I might as well go ahead with it.&nbsp; I unlock the door and open it wide for passerbys to see me sitting at my desk.&nbsp; The chocolates arrive a few minutes later and I"m blown away by their intensity, flavor and beauty.<br>*********<br><br>As you place your hand on my back and talk, my body turns on and begins to betray me.&nbsp; As you talk, I say, "God...I hope Donna looks better than this!" and, "You're absolutely brilliant..."&nbsp; and&nbsp; &nbsp;"So simple"&nbsp; and "I wish I'd thought of this years ago..."&nbsp; <br><br>I turn toward you when you've shown me all the slides, you are still bending down close and I want so much to touch you.&nbsp; Beautiful young man that you are.&nbsp; Instead I say, giving myself a little of my Donna voice, "I think Donna would like to thank you personally one evening...at the club of course..."<br><br>I smile slowly and drop into my regular male voice, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate the kind of job you are doing here, Tom."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 04:37:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would love it... Now .. would Donna like to take Tom Smith... Or the Beautiful Roxanne North" smilling a little bit as i rub Bellamys back some what.. "No.. you really are beautiful up there. and that's half the point.. we made it look sily like something that Valey wag made up.. its why it will all fit together.. make the truth to be widely believed to be a lie still standing there with him a bit 'Im glad you approve of my plan... so.. what can you tell me about my secreatry that i dont know.. why isnt she a big shot around here.. shes brilliant" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 04:50:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks, Tom..I feel so alive when I'm on stage.&nbsp; And, well, I don't get much opportunity to talk about it.&nbsp; I could never tell my wife--that's what Danvers understands.&nbsp; Fucking closeted asshole...."&nbsp; I spit out the last three words and let it go.&nbsp; I shake my head and down the scotch in my hand.&nbsp; "I don't do that much of this either, " I say holding up my drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;Smiling wanly I say,"Does this Roxanne want a bit of stage time as well?"&nbsp; I lean into your arm a little bit, turning toward you so I can smell you a little.&nbsp; Damn...My cock is just not going to sit still for this.&nbsp; But I don't act on it, not now.<br><br><br>"Kate?"&nbsp; I say.&nbsp; I let out a laugh and lean back in my chair.&nbsp; "What I know about Kate is about what you know about her. She's smart. Doesn't seem to care about the fact she's smarter than anyone around her--uses that information I think...She's got a good sense of self-esteem.&nbsp; I've never seen anyone run rough shod over her.&nbsp; My wife was jealous and made me give her up.&nbsp; She'd still be my girl today if it weren't for my wife...but...well...We married young and...anyway.&nbsp; Kate.&nbsp; She's got kids.&nbsp; She seems happy with her husband.&nbsp; Fuck though, he's like 70 or something.&nbsp; Had cancer a couple of years ago, he did., prostate I think..She took off a couple of months to care for him.&nbsp; He's rich...she doesn't <em>need </em>to work.&nbsp; She's not one to share much...but, you know, my news is a couple years old.&nbsp; I haven't seen her much since she worked for me."<br><br>I look at you and say,"I like her Tom...I'm assuming you're treating her well..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 04:58:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope I am... I chose her because well.. you've scene her.. but even after just a few minutes .. well i started feeling for her.. Yeah i know she loves her husband.. Im not sure if ill make that big a move on her.. not yet.. Shes looking for something.. and shes been really receptive to.. well .. you know.. Ohhh Bi by the way.. didnt want you to think I was just playing with you or anything.. im actually fairly public about it.. its on my damn myspace page But yeah.. i don't know what to do about her.. and I trust you want .. give any of the game to anyone even her... " as I put my hand on his face and stroke it a bit "Not in a few years no.. back in college a bit... Id have to go shopping.. and if im going to be in drag with you.. we would have to make sure that KAte got a chance to come with us"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 05:08:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I laugh then, "A trio of beauties out for a girls night out...Oh...that would be fun."&nbsp; I picture the two of us in drag with the real woman linked in between.&nbsp; "Well, whoever you come as, join Donna at the club sometime...She doesn't get out much anymore either, but she's sure to be very appreciative in the next week when this hits the fan."<br><br>I place my hand on yours and turn my face to kiss your palm.&nbsp; "Whatever works for you--suit or dress.&nbsp; You'll be welcome in my dressing room..."&nbsp; I laugh, relieved that Danvers is soon to be history.<br><br>"Kate..well..she might just be needing a little umph...Women...you never know with them.&nbsp; She's not the type to lead you on, though.&nbsp; If she's not interested, I'd wager you'd know it by now." <br><br>I nod as I say this.&nbsp; "She's put many a men down in the company--and part of her reason for remaining where she was is there are a lot of disappointed and angry men keeping her there.&nbsp; It irks them even further to know she doesn't really care."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 05:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"ive been coming on pretty strong.. but im trying to set it up so that she wont feel bad about it afterward...." putting my hand to his mouth a bit more, reaching out with the other to stroke the top of his head.. looking him in the eyes, bending again.. kissing his cheek nuzzling a bit.. "Just make an appointment Well use the pasword Hat, ill tell kate whats up.. and that shes coming with us.. She needs a good night out were she can be free i think"&nbsp; Toms other hand went around the big boss, giving a bit of a hug.. "Is there any other way i can be of service.. sir?" starting to breath hard, his fregerant pharmones starting to fill the imediate area. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 05:23:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I close my eyes and inhale you deeply.&nbsp; "I think you need to keep doing what you are doing...And..I think I need you to leave before I do something I regret later..."&nbsp; I lean into your kiss and press my cheek against you saying,"I've done a good job over the years separating things out.&nbsp; I need to keep it that way, as tempting as you are right now...I apologize for sending any mixed signals, lord knows I'm fucking mixed up."&nbsp; I let out a little laugh and gamely push you gently away.&nbsp; "Later....Tom...please..."<br><br>I can't fuck with my rituals.&nbsp; My life as I know it depends on it.&nbsp; I'm old.&nbsp; A different generation.&nbsp; Not able to be free like you.<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 05:33:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only if you promise later... and she gets to watch if she wants... I think shed like that... " getting up moving to the door grabing the laptop turrning it off so it reincrypts... "jkeep in touch when for when I can go ahead with project Asshole... and also when we get to formulate a simular plan of our own" giving a strong smile at the door.. then turrning down the hall horny as hell carrying the laptop... he walks into her office. smilling but not talking then just smiles, flusters "good chocolates..." then turn to my office.. i see the cup and take a whiff... sending a quick email.. "Glad you liked it.. but i meant more on you ... thanks tough.. Im loving this cup, now.. no calls for a few miniutes.. no interuptions even when you here the grunt and or thump on the wall... Ill also probably need a few minutes clean up.. thanks" <br><br>Twenty minitues later i come to your office, and sit down.. 'So... that went way better then i thought"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 05:44:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bellamy smiled and said, "I promise.&nbsp; And you can bring Kate along..."&nbsp; I wave you out my door before I give in to you.&nbsp; You and your cute ass...<br><br>*********<br><br>I smile as you disappear.&nbsp; Your email sends me into hysterics of delight and I enjoy thinking that you are in your office having a 'private moment' as I was taught to call it.&nbsp; When you reenter my office, I've drawn a fresh mocha for you and have it hot and ready.&nbsp; I offer you a chocolate from the box you sent.&nbsp; I at least want you to see what your money has bought.<br><br>"Really...just now? Or in Bellamy's office?" I say.&nbsp; A smile on my face, "I do want my toy back...if you are done with it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 05:52:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				he reaches into his pocket and pulls it out in a handerchief... 'I cleaned it for you.. I couldnt resist sucking on it first.. I hope you dont mind that too much.. yeah it was wrong of me.. but it just smelled too good" and eat one of the chocolates, closing my eyes for a bit.. then still chewing "Both.. by the way were taking you out for a night out.. the password is hat.. if he mentions it in an email to you.. then you'll know what its about.. " as he leans back putting it on your table.. "if you want to order some back up panties.. well" and grins thinking about it for a few moments... "ohh were to start.. It looks like im going to get to fire that asshole Danvers.. Bellamy loves the plan.. and just.. its been a good day"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 06:01:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I take the toy and place it against my cheek. "Not at all..." I say, slipping the toy back in its bag.&nbsp; "Thanks for cleaning it up...I appreciate it."&nbsp; <br><br>I nod when you tell me about going out with Bellamy. "I can swing that sometime...not just anytime, but I can do it." I flush a little.&nbsp; "I'd like to see Donna again--it's such an amazing transformation."<br><br>I sit down in my chair and say,"I can't wait to see Danvers out of here.&nbsp; It's wonderful news...and all the better that Bellamy is out of it officially...Anything else you need from me today? " I look at the clock and say,"I've got a couple of errands I ought to run...if you don't mind me leaving early."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 06:08:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not a problem... Ohh and it wont be me going.. its Going to be Roxxane... and Ive got a feeling that if you go back into the dressing room with them your going to get QUITE the show... Ill see you in the mourning"<br><br>I go and finish my work. feeling good, and go for a LONG jog then go to the gym.. working out double for having messed it up the lost time. And have to sped a lot of time before i get any sleep as im just to.. distracted.. I end up showing to work extra early Tuesday mourning trying to remeber what Im supposed to do on tuedays.. knowing that theres something.. but drawing a bit of a blank.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 22:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I don't know why it takes me until I'm in the car to process the fact that you are also "Roxanne."&nbsp; &nbsp;Or the fact that I'm at the grocery store with a bunch of bananas in my hand before I understand what you are really talking about when you said, "Quite the show!"&nbsp; I practically drop the fruit as it finally clicks for me.&nbsp; I push the cart around the store, ticking things off my list with a sense of surreal disbelief mingled with excitement.&nbsp; I have always thought Vincent Bellamy a handsome man, and of course...well you are quite a piece as well.&nbsp; The image of the two of you, together, two men. Together. Er...two women...if you are Donna and Roxanne...still, when you are naked, I imagine you both.&nbsp; By the time I get to my car, my legs are weak and trembling.&nbsp; I wish I had my new golden gadget, but since I don't, I just drive home carefully.<br><br>My husband thinks it's hysterical that I would want to go out with you and Bellamy.&nbsp; He thinks Bellamy is a flaming gay, and is sure you must be too.&nbsp; I don't tell him that you are going as Donna and Roxanne...He doesn't know about any of that.&nbsp; He has always felt quite secure with me being around Bellamy, and now, he's sure you are no threat to his property.&nbsp; He falls asleep early, and I read a book until my eyes are sleepy and drowsy.&nbsp; I love him.&nbsp; Yet, I've learned that he is not all I <em>need</em>.&nbsp; <br><br>I come in the next morning, and you are already in.&nbsp; Your morning is filled with general interviews, and I remind you about your massage the next morning.&nbsp; I mention that Mr. Danvers has invited you for for another round of golf.&nbsp; I can't wait until you drop that ax.<br><br>I make you a second cup of espresso and make another for your next appointment while he waits.&nbsp; He sits there looking nervous.&nbsp; They all seem to be a little nervous around you.&nbsp; I try to put him at ease, add notes to his folder before you come out.&nbsp; My husband calls at 11:00 to say he's been called away for a two week trip.&nbsp; He's leaving at 3:00 to cover some crisis somewhere, and I won't see him, and he won't see the kids again for so long.&nbsp; He apologizes, but I hear a note of relief and happiness in his voice. He reminds me that I could go with him if I didn't have <em>other obligations</em>.&nbsp; His way of reminding me how much he hates the fact I choose to work as a lowly secretary outside the home.&nbsp; He would prefer I go to ladies teas, do volunteer work&nbsp; and the like.&nbsp; &nbsp;I call my regular nanny helper and give her the details so she can help with the slack while he is away.&nbsp; I lean back in my seat and stare blankly at the rubber tree in the office...my eyes glaze over as my thoughts drift.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 03:21:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next mourning after a few email exchanges with Mr Oakly then a few more with Bellamy . And I send more then a couple back and forth with legal I start planning.. I use google, and call Mr Danvers secretary myself to get his schedual.. knowing that shell tell him i called for it.. and i make sure i sound happy about it so its presented as good news... I find out that he and his entire division are having an all hands meeting Saturday.. I shoot you an email saying that I would like you to show up for 10 to 11 on saturday.. though the first twenty miniutes will be what I want you there for..&nbsp; I also say "You'l have a great time.. best company meeting ever" I even call mr. Oaklt direct and scedual a meeting with him all tomorrow mourning. I go over and tell you about the meeting.. and that it will be closed door. Go home and rest. Wensday I go and get a nice massage again.. peacful and happy.. the meeting is already taking place by the time you get there, we don't leave until after lunch.&nbsp; before I come over for a few moments... 'Know any were I can get a lot of shirts made on realy short notice... Also.. party supplies ... streamers.. that sort of thing... bright shiny.. active.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 07:10:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A slow smile creeps across my face.&nbsp; "I know just what you are looking for, Mr. Smith...There's a place not far from here that will even deliver..."&nbsp; I pull up a web page for the party store that sells a huge variety of stuff from Thomas the Tank Engine favors to high-class wedding anniversaries.<br><br>"Thanks for the heads up on Saturday...I'll get the nanny to take the kids so I can be here."&nbsp; I say.<br><br>"Anything else you need?&nbsp; You seem pretty happy at the moment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 07:21:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Not at the momment.. things went well.. We have ourselfs a nice new Director over at that project.. hell be starting sunday at id say 10 o Five.... that would be my wager... Ohh this is going to be fun.. im not going to ruin the supprises.. but do you think hell cry.. Itll be the best if he crys..." putting my fingures together almost clapping... "And what about you.. can i get you anything.. you have any ideas.. questions about whats going on... ect?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 07:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No...I think I understand everything just fine. " I link you to the local company that can do you anything from t-shirts with silk screens to embroidered button downs in a hurry..."Not sure exactly what you want there...but Eddie can do just about anything."<br><br>I add,"I'm doing fine."&nbsp; My shoulders are aching and my head hurts, but I'm doing fine. "I found someone who's really into chess, by the way...His name is Donaldson, he's a lower level exec under Danvers.&nbsp; He's gotten a few tourney wins to his name.&nbsp; He plays at this mall here on Friday nights..."&nbsp; I link you to the local food-court where there are giant chessboard and tables filled with mostly guys playing chess.&nbsp; They sit in various pairs each week, some with timers, others without.&nbsp; The giant boards are always surrounded by people watching and cheering on.&nbsp; You can get almost any type of food there to eat and there's usually music on Friday and Saturday nights.&nbsp; Free.<br><br>"I haven't spent much time around him, but I here he's been suffering under Danvers..."<br><br>I cock my head at you and smile. "Let me know if you need anything else..You off to the gym?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 18:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting up slowly I walk behind you, hands going to your neck starting to rub, grabbing hard, the hands pointing down at your chest as i rub, palming the whole way thumbs un the back of your neck pointing up starting to rub in firmly starting to spread the figures out, drawing them up trying to improve blood flow, bot to mention tighten the skin on your chest.&nbsp; "How could I dare go to the Gym when my lovely secretary needs to be rubbed down" bending over putting my face next to yours, for a few moments as i start to kneed around the sholder slowly going down, out to the arms, slowly pulling the blouse with it, but only as far as it will go without too much resistance before working back to the neck, then up the sides to the temples behind the ears, putting in and rubbing in circles firmly getting the smell of you on my fingure tips 'Sould i get you some water... IT might help more with the headache.. or anything you might want"&nbsp; &nbsp;looking down, pooling your head back far enough that i can look into your eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 22:38:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You could compete with Samson in terms of touch, you know..." I say, my head and neck loosening under your touch as you massage me.&nbsp; My eyes close as you work and I delight in your touch. The warmth of your face so close to mine creates a heady expectation in me.&nbsp; A longing.&nbsp; A wanting.&nbsp; As you pull my head back, my eyes open to find yours hovering close to mine.&nbsp; I blink and let my vision clear&nbsp; before I say, "I don't know what I want..."&nbsp; I let out a little breathy laugh.&nbsp; Nervous.&nbsp; A lie?&nbsp; A truth? Want?&nbsp; What does that mean anyway...I suck in my lower lip between my teeth and bite down a little, letting it slip slowly back into place. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 23:07:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You flatter me with that but we both know that a Lie. a sweet one but a lie non the less... " and kiss your cheek softly before pulling my face up 'I know you dont know what you want either Kate.. and Im not entirely sure what i do either.. though Ive got a fairly good idea for now I hope your content and happy... I dont want you to ever have to regret anything with me.. and I hope you understand that.... trust me if it was just about me getting what i want.. don't you think I could get it about any time.. This isnt just about how pretty you are.. and you are.. its more about.. something else even though I'm not sure what that is yet.. You make every day at work so pleasant for me.. everything is going so well with my job.. and that's in no small way thanks to you&nbsp; even though that isnt the only thing you bring to the office.. " then i rub a bit more.. "Can you do me a favor Kate? I want you to try with your husband to go for the thirty day challange.. Have sex at least once a day once he gets with him no matter what.. And i dont care if you have to leave work to do it! Do you think you could do that for me.. and it dosnt need to be vaginal.. but one or both of you needs to get off.. Alright?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 00:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I press my cheek to your lips as you kiss me.&nbsp; "Yes, it's a lie and not a lie.&nbsp; I've never gotten involved with anyone here...and yet...I find you very...compelling..."<br><br>I laugh,"My husband's gone for two weeks....Thirty days in a row?"&nbsp; I shake my head.&nbsp; I think about the practicalities around such a request.&nbsp; At first I'm a little stymied by it, but then I figure out how it could work.&nbsp; I tilt my head toward you and say,"Why?&nbsp; I mean...why do you care what I do with my husband?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 00:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because I need for you to know that your marrige and love for him is strong if we do anything , that anything we do beyond... HEAVY flirting isnt about that at all... I know you love your husband.. and you know you love your husband.. but your not the type that would just cheat.. and anything about us isnt about that.. its about.. having an adventure, its about living life to its fullest and having as much experince here wile we can.. and I HOPE that it will help set your mind at ease about anything between us... also.. I think i can get off about having control over you .. yeah its a little mean.. and a little evil.. but hopefuly we can avoid making it abusive.. I think you like being controlled a little... so yeah.. controlling your sex life a little even with your husband.. even if its just the little bit ... then well.. yeah it brings me pleasure too"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 00:54:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I laugh and say,"My love for my husband is rock solid...it isn't about our....love...or our relationship...It's...My attraction to you might be about what you were talking about...your confidence...ability to control and manipulate...I'm in charge so many places...to give that up..to give in to...you."&nbsp; I feel a tingle of anticipatory pleasure as I speak, clarifying my own needs.&nbsp; "I'll never leave my husband. My family.&nbsp; That's not what I'm looking for...."<br><br>I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, "And if this is just heavy flirting...I am very interested in seeing what comes next..."&nbsp; I think of the fact I used a vibrator and gave it to you coated in my juices yesterday. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 01:04:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know.. but you have doubts... and i know you never would.. but.. and it feels odd to tell you my plan.. but.. Im trying to make sure that you dont regret it if it goes further from that... but since you seem to be finding your liking of loss of controll.. from now on.. as long as im here.. you have to ask ME before using your little toy.. and from time to time.. ill tell you to use it... If there are times that youd like me to not have that controll.. well you should let me know.. your schedule" trying to dance around that bit. "And well see were it goes... if it goes anywere beyond some heavy petting.. and getting you to dress... less refined lady like at work"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 01:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I find myself agreeing to your terms, not knowing where we are really going, but looking forward to the journey.&nbsp; "Yes sir," I say.&nbsp; "Do you have any particular requests regarding my dress?"&nbsp; <br><br>I look down at my rather reserved day wear and unbutton the top two buttons of my blouse, letting my cleavage show.&nbsp; "That's about all I can do about this for now."&nbsp; <br><br>I glance at the clock and say,"You still have time to hit the gym...my headache seems to have disappeared, and thanks to those wonderful strong hands of yours, my neck is feeling way better, too."&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 01:54:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For right now ill let you decide what you dress.. and how... I take it you go to a gym in the mournings.. you dont have two kids and look like that if you don't... Id recomend changing at the gym into what youl be wearing to work.. but for now.. lets see how daring your going to be without me prodding... When I leave to the gym I want you to use your toy to the brink of climaxing .. then stop.. do it again before you head home.. then go shopping with the cards.. i want you to schedual a golf game with Danvers tomorrow.. Ive decided to make it a bit more crushing from a few things ive heard today.. ' bending over kissing your cheek again.. "Your a beautiful woman kate... I could only be half as lucky as your husband" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 05:44:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I pull the cards out of my desk drawer and put them in my purse as you watch.&nbsp; I also take the little gold vibrator out of my desk and say,"As you wish..."&nbsp; So you know what I'll be doing as you are heading to the gym.&nbsp; I salute you with it mock military style as you head out the door.<br><br>It is hard to stop before I climax, but I manage.&nbsp; I clean it this time, and place it back in its soft case in my desk.&nbsp; I'm discomfited, having become very aroused and not yet satisfied.&nbsp; I make the appointment with Danvers and put the t-off time on your outlook calendar.&nbsp; &nbsp;I busy myself with work, squirming slightly in my seat, the excitement that had built up still waiting to dissipate.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 06:00:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I eventually come back from a long work out having been slacking a bit lately I can just see the imaginary flab everything i glance into the mirror and work twice as hard the world turning into a blur.. closing my eyes and tracing out to the music, more then a couple people think i must be on something powerfully strong and loose track of time on the treadmill putting on my waterproof blue tooth earphones and strapping on the waterproof mp3 player I start doing laps, not thinking about you or anything other then this... I barely notice when i start to cramp up a bit. but soon find it difficult .. a man helps me out of the pool, and i lay there for a little wile protesting that im fine, eventualy moving and getting changed.. a scowel at a poor girl that asks about the scars. <br><br>Giving a call once in the locker room "Wont be back today.. I got the outlook update on my phone Ill see you lunch tomorrow.. call if you need anything" sounding out of it and blasie . I go home to my appartment.. for whatever reason finding it empty.. and I like that on many levels.. but still trying to shake a few fealings... i look around plain white walls.. bed made neat , close to the floor simple. Desk , laptop, chargers, pen, paper. closet neat orginized. bathroom has some caos that i relish for a few moments that confuse me as ive always hated that fact that i need all this stuff to project.. but thats not what i hated.. it being there, it having to exist in the way that it was... but right now looking at it bringing compfort. <br><br>Sighing I go and make myself dinner, plain tofu steak and a green salad. I go to my laptop and start looking through the pictures i have of people I care about.. mostly previous secretaries, and a few teachers.. a few firnds.. some that its been a long time since ive talked to . Wondering if it realy has been myself locking people out of my existance as much as me locking myself out of life... most would say that Im privliged.. handsome, charismatic, sucessful.. Thinking long and hard about Kate.. and how he wants to be happy.. going to the wall he pulls down a heinline book, time enough for love and starts skiming it.. looking for the discussion of amore vs eros vs love. He looks at anouther book.. one thats said to have all the answers.. but its been.. what how long since he no longer found any.. but maby today... nope.. not today either, falling asleep in part pain from the exercises both mental and physical.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 17:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When you call me, I can't help but wonder at the sadness in your voice.&nbsp; I don't understand it, not really, but I do sense it.&nbsp; I tell you to have a good evening and then finish work for the day.&nbsp; <br><br>When I get home, the kids are clingy.&nbsp; They miss their dad, and I miss him, too.&nbsp; He spends a good deal of his evenings with them, and I am tired by the time they are finally in bed and asleep.&nbsp; I think about what you said about being happy with my husband, and I wonder why it is so important to you.<br><br>I spend some time with house work and chores that need to get done.&nbsp; Not much.&nbsp; Bills need to be paid, school paperwork needs signing.&nbsp; My husband calls just before I go to bed.&nbsp; It's early across the world and he's starting his day.&nbsp; He fills me in on progress and asks about the kids.&nbsp; Asks about me.&nbsp; He says he might be able to cut his trip shorter than the original two weeks.&nbsp; I'm happy about that.&nbsp; I miss him.&nbsp; I don't like sleeping alone.&nbsp; Then, he begins to talk to me about sex.&nbsp; How he's wishing I was there right then, and then he tells me what he would do to me if I were with him.&nbsp; This surprises me, as he's never tried anything remotely like this before.&nbsp; I get into it and tell him what I would do with him if he were with me, and we continue on and on...We both masturbate, and share what we are doing in great verbal detail over the phone.&nbsp; It is hot and intense and unusual for us.&nbsp; We both have orgasms, and I think that this might fit your criteria for the first of thirty days.&nbsp; <br><br>The next morning I get the kids off and dress at home.&nbsp; I put on the underwear and bra set I had purchased from Victoria's Secret and a much tighter blouse than usual.&nbsp; &nbsp;I add the shorter skirt and know that if I bend the wrong way, everyone will see my stockings and garters.&nbsp; The idea of casually bending over to pick up something while you watch is in my mind as I head off to work.&nbsp; Part of me realizes I want to drive you wild with longing and desire for me.<br><br>But, I remember the sadness lingering in your voice yesterday afternoon, so I stop by the store on my way in and purchase a simple arrangement of flowers and a little water fall.&nbsp; They will look masculine yet beautiful and artistic on your desk.&nbsp; The scent is simple and uncomplicated, sweet and musky without being intrusive.&nbsp; I place the flowers on your desk and the little waterfall on the small table in the corner. IT's silent motor recirculates the water and makes a gentle sound.&nbsp; <br><br>I wonder how your golf game is going, and text you,"Here's hoping for a Hole in One..."&nbsp; thinking that might give you a little chuckle as you toy with Danvers.&nbsp; I finish all the work that I have early and pull out the slim volume of Mary Oliver poetry that I have transferred from desk to desk for the last few years, and sit with my legs in parallel, tucked up underneath me.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 04:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Thanks... Go ahead and do that thing that you do so well" IS the text message that you get back. I don't come back to the office right after the golf game, but take Oakly for a real workout.. though much less then the time before and do my best not to zone out again, then to lunch. Danvers is not with us. Theirs a point during the day that you get a call from three consecutive high school Band coaches telling you to leave me a message. Shortly after those from the same three schools, Three Cheerleader coaches issue the same. Though the entertainment company calls and says they don't have enough clowns to fulfill my request, and could only send two... they would like my response if they should send them any way soon. <br><br>I come back around 1 pm and put my golf clubs away before waliking into your office, closing the door, giving you a look up and down.. and going right to rub your neck... "Anything happen wile i was away?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 05:49:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not much, " I say, "except whatever circus you are planning is causing me no end to message taking."&nbsp; I hand you the stack.&nbsp; "I told them to see if they couldn't find the clowns you requested--of course, since you didn't fill me in on your plan, I had no idea what I was talking about...They are making a few calls to see if they can get more than two..."<br><br>I lean into your hands, "Oh...right there.." I say as your hands land on a particularly nasty little knot.&nbsp; "Oh..and...I got my mom to take the kids all weekend.&nbsp; They haven't had a weekend alone with them for a month or two--so I can be here as much as you require me to be tomorrow."<br><br>I kiss the fingers that I can reach.&nbsp; My touch is soft. Gentle. Brief.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 01:16:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"sorry about that... putting together something for charity and it was supposed to come to me but I gave them your number incase I had to get you information about it.. or if they needed to talk to me right away. And nuts about the clowns... if they cant get the full assortment it sort of defeats the purpose of them. Ill call and tell them not to worry about it. All day you say... well then After I fire Danvers, Why dont we do something friendly... perhaps a walk in a park or something like that.. a secluded park And we can talk.. maby have a little bit of fun... Were theskimiest clothes that you dare in this weather.. that will still look good with shoes that are good for walking.... I wonder if Dona will be on stage... Anything in particular you might be interested in doing Kate? " before leaning down and kissing your neck, one of the hands starts dropping down the front of your blouse, touching the top of your chest then around, over the bra before coming back.. the kissing on the neck turns to a couple gentile licks. before i look just into your eyes for a few moments to wait your response
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 01:51:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Which charity?" I ask, interested.&nbsp; "I'll cancel the clowns...don't worry about it..."<br><br>I nod as you talk about going to a park for a walk.&nbsp; I love being outside and there's nothing wrong with a walk in the park.&nbsp; Even if I plan on dressing for something more interesting than just walking.<br><br>"I can't wait to see you fire Danvers, " I say to procrastinate.&nbsp; "I can check to see if Donna's on stage.&nbsp; But she was on last week and I think she's doing a once a month gig at the moment."<br><br>My breathing becomes a bit more shallow as your hand moves across my chest.&nbsp; I moan softly as you lick me on the neck.&nbsp; The warmth and wetness of your tongue send signals directly to that part of me that wants more from you.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're the boss...I'll do...whatever you ask me to, Mr. Smith," I say, a warmth floods through me as I tell you this, saying it out loud.&nbsp; Giving you control.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 16:52:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Technically six different ones... But more like two separate drives amongst rivals... The clowns weren't really that important" <br><br>"Alright... Well go for a nice long walk... And if things go well... Well go back to my apartment were you'll spend some time tied up blind folded with earmuffs wile I make us dinner.. and perhaps play around a little bit... I suppose there are some questions that need to be asked should we take this further then petting.. even with you tied up we needed take it further than that.. and I'm not sure that we should yet..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 23:55:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I blink a couple of times when you tell me you want to tie me up, blindfold and deafen me.&nbsp; The fact you are cooking dinner, however, mitigates the fear.&nbsp; I sense you are an excellent cook.&nbsp; "Blindfold?&nbsp; Ears...." I shake my head, and let out a little laugh, "That will definitely be something new for me..."<br><br>I hadn't quite fully realized that your desire for control would lend itself to bondage.&nbsp; I have, of course, read something about the subject, in private.&nbsp; I was drawn to it but, for whatever reasons, my husband grew angry at the suggestion we try anything new like that.&nbsp; &nbsp;I don't quite know what to think about all this, but my body is responding positively to all of it.&nbsp; The wetness of your kiss still on my neck, cooling now, but I find myself drawn to you and the experience.&nbsp; The hope of trying things that I had so far only imagined in my mind.<br><br>"As always, I hope to meet your high standards..." I say after a few moments.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 00:03:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I didn't know that you would meet my standards I wouldn't have offered to play... But there are things to discuss... I don't think that there will be any.. Sex .. I don't think its the time for that. Not yet, If it happens at all ... Let things settle in... think through them quite a bit... however.. should they run that way " reaching into my wallet pulling out a folded bit of paper "Its my... Screening test its about a month old now.. but haven't had relations with any one in that period and i belive my previous partner was... exclusive to me ... however there always risk with that sort of thing. " pulling out another piece "And this is to show the record of my vasectomy... yes i was eighteen when I got it... if you want to discuss it.. or anything ill be willing to talk to you about anything your curious about on our walk... " sitting back on the seat looking up and down.. "And mind you the sex is not anything to deal with my feelings twords your... abundant attractiveness, but rather to let certain feeling to sink in... its more a long term thing .. allow proper time so that later in life you wont question decisions made in this time, But some innocent playing I doubt will hurt anything"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 00:16:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm sort of shocked, but pleased that you seem to take whatever is developing here so seriously.&nbsp; "Eighteen?&nbsp; That's so young...I...don't have a screening...but if you'd like something like that...I could figure it out somehow."&nbsp; I think about explaining it to my doctor and decide it would be fine.&nbsp; "Yeah...though...we're both monogamous, and have been for ten years..."&nbsp; I consider that last statement for a moment.&nbsp; I don't have any proof my husband has been completely faithful to me, though the last three years or so I'm certain of it.&nbsp; His sexual appetite seemed to disappear completely during his prostate cancer, but has rebounded to once a week if I'm lucky.&nbsp; If he were having a girlfriend on the side it would have to be...at the office.<br><br>Since you are being blunt, I decide to go for clarification,"I'm curious...What precisely do you mean by sex?&nbsp; I mean...where does petting stop and become sex? Take Fellatio...Is that in the petting or sex?&nbsp; The use of toys?&nbsp; Cunnilingus? Or are you simply talking about sexual intercourse--i.e. penis in vagina and or anus as 'sex'?&nbsp; What would you do to me while I'm tied up, presumably scantily clad or nude&nbsp; that would constitute petting and not be sex?"&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 00:45:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well Piv and anal definitely.. the rest becomes gray area.. and we should consider what your opinion about it is.. as mine arnt the feelings and regret that were talking about.. to me anytime my dick gets wet that's sex... but it might be different for you.&nbsp; And I trust that to be the case, and I trust you are free of any STD... I present that as with my current lifestyle Even I would have concerns , and have. So I decided to provide you with what evendance I have that i am clean to let you help decide how far to let things go and whether or not latex needs to be used"&nbsp; then i giggle "Well I actually relay like latex other then on the one bit.. but yeah.." I look at my watch but look back up.. knowing that ill have a bit before things break loose with the valley wag article
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 01:08:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's remarkably refreshing to have an adult conversation around sex, I must admit that I think there is a whole lot to be figured out between the physical dimension and the emotional,"&nbsp; I nod and say, "I'm...uhm...allergic to latex..." I wrinkle my nose and squirm slightly remembering just how I learned I was allergic to latex.&nbsp; "I understand there are plenty of latex-free alternatives these days, though."<br><br>When you glance at your watch, I realize we should probably continue this tomorrow.&nbsp; "Would you like your afternoon Mocha to enjoy before the paper hits the street?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 01:19:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure.. IT should be hitting Valley wag soon enough Im wondering what the reaction around here will be.. I hope that almost every one has a good laugh about it.. I'm sure no one will believe it , the beauty of valley wag , and all tabloids.. the best way to lie through telling the truth. There are plenty of latex alternatives these days all of witch I'm more then willing to try if the time comes, and that's your desire.&nbsp; " I close my eyes a little bit more as I lean .. enjoying it for a bit.. "So.. any recommended reading.. not something that i would enjoy.. but something that would help me to better understand you"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 01:41:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure what kind of understanding of me you want...My sense of humor...Anything by David Sedaris....Makes me laugh so hard I cry...I love good writing, too.&nbsp; Anything by Faulkner...the sound of his writing when I read it aloud...Poems by Mary Oliver...Sensual erotica--collections by Susie Bright..."&nbsp; I have fixed you your drink while I speak and turn to hand it to you.<br><br>"I read a lot...and I rarely put down anything without finishing it," I say.&nbsp; "And I hate repeating my reading.&nbsp; The only thing I've read more than three times is Beowulf--and that's&nbsp; only because I had to do it in several translations, in its original form and such for my Thesis."<br><br>I return to my desk and begin to tidy it up for the weekend.&nbsp; "What time do you want me in the morning?" I ask.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 01:48:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ive read all of Heinlein, twice, and the Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy I don't know how many times... the Bible well its how i was taught to read&nbsp; "<br><br>thinking about that "I suppose a wake up blow job at five is probably asking too much" with a chuckle.. "normal time tomorrow and friday.. saturday just meet me at the meeting.. were business attire there and we can change before the walk"&nbsp; grabbing my i phone to check Valley wag seeing the article "well i should get back to my office im sure ill have to answer some calls and put out a few fires" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 01:55:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah...Heinlein....Glory Road...my first..." I say, remembering an entire genre I haven't touched in a few years.&nbsp; <br><br>I realize my question was a little less specific than I had meant and smile at your joke.&nbsp; "I thought you said anytime your dick was wet it would be considered sex?"&nbsp; I pick up my purse and say, "I'm off for the day.&nbsp; See you tomorrow at 9:30 then..."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 02:34:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I also said that the important one to decide what sex is yours..." watching you leave and get to work. putting out fires.. operating the press conference, coming out on local TV myself even going as far to say that me, and this company would support him if it was him, and even denounce his opinions of his wife on this issue as a company, however it just isn't him.. its valley wag, then bring in the guys from marketing that use photoshop to describe what was done to the photo. and then go to the gym again in the afternoon taking it easier on myself this time.. then go to barns and noble to start getting some books from your suggestions.<br><br>Danvers doesn't show to work the next day.. but is told that he HAS to be at the all hands meeting then.. security is alerted that he might be the one that leeked these rumors and they find real photos on his computer, but as there already claimed to be photoshoped the board doesn't even have to vote .. I even present my report that i was already planning to suggest getting rid of him any way.. Bellamy of coarse talks about how I already presented the evedance.. and says that he talked to Danvers.. and thought he was joking about .<br><br>The next day I spend most of the time in the mourning going to meetings to deal with and actively make sure the story becomes a big laugh but then it blows over, no one is caring anymore, they make a joke about it on local radio but then let it pass. Come back and head to the gym.. mostly stay busy. no more calls that are that odd out of place, and Friday&nbsp; much of the same, Saturday Im waiting for you.. its deffinitly a all hands meeting lots of people there... Danvers looks fairly unaware that his fate is sealed . <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 17:20:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This is all so weird in so many ways.&nbsp; I've spent some time here at the company and have never before felt the desire to move into any sort of relationship with any of the men who have attempted it in the past.&nbsp; Over the next day or two, I wrestle with the whole notion of what I am looking for and why I've even allowed what I've already allowed.&nbsp; I realize that it has to do with control and weariness.&nbsp; At home, I am the leader.&nbsp; I do everything from all the shopping and cooking and childcare and household organization.&nbsp; I make all the decisions from mortgage purchases to car buying to what type of dish detergent we use.&nbsp; I pay all the bills, settle all the accounts, select all the investment, And, in the end it has nothing to do with the sex life I have with my husband.&nbsp; That happens to be what it is.&nbsp; It is just separate from my desire to relinquish something utterly to you.&nbsp; I realize that there is a freedom in this....this abandonment of control.&nbsp; I don't understand why I have chosen you...or more accurately why you have chosen me for this.&nbsp; <br><br>My husband calls me each night.&nbsp; We talk and life is normal between us.&nbsp; He is tired and says he doesn't want to repeat our performance from the night before and simply blows a kiss over the ocean toward me.&nbsp; I hang up the phone disappointed but also understanding.&nbsp; I chose to marry a much older man.&nbsp; This is the reality of it.&nbsp; His Viagra prescription has run out, so I order more online for him.<br><br>You handle the commotion at work with skill and expertise, and I have folks running to me constantly now begging for gossip and more information&nbsp; I feed the right people the information they need and keep quiet about the things I need to.&nbsp; I find you some more Chess Geeks and finally, after much work I might add, someone who actually plays Go with some skill.&nbsp; More people than I think have never even heard of the game.&nbsp; I had played it a few times and never enjoyed it until someone showed me a real board with real and beautiful river rocks for the pieces.&nbsp; They were small and naturally white and black, with small flecks of metal peeking through.&nbsp; Their physical attraction made me enjoy the game so much more than the screen versions I had originally seen.&nbsp; The aesthetics of the board and rocks, i decided, were half the reason to play the game. <br><br>Saturday morning, I appear in regular business attire, a bag in my car for later.&nbsp; My underclothing is straight from the storefront at Victoria's Secret and the long corset under my business attire forces me into perfect posture.&nbsp; I find you in the crowd of people and appear at your side, the small sheaf of folders you requested in my hands.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 04:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The refreshments are actually surprisingly sparse for an event like this. Just coffee and tea. nothing to snack on. Soon I start to escort as many people into the theater as I can.&nbsp; Trying to get it full before the meeting starts. Telling people that we've got a few things to set up out side and we need the space. . soon I get every one in with fifteen minutes to spare a good deal of the board is there.. and theirs shockingly a rumor going around that Danvers is going to take over for Bellamy.. the rumor is usually followed with asking were the other person is submitting there resumes.&nbsp; The lights lower and stay lowered for a bit until its time.. people can all here somewhat of a commotion coming from outside in the lobby to the theater. <br><br>Soon enough Danvers comes out stage looking happy, looking like hes about to give a speech. But just as hes starting The doors burst open.. Down the hallways two marching bands start playing an upbeat game tune and a third comes ontu the stage. They start playing lowder as soon as there all the way down the hallway, danvers, and basicly everyone looks confused then the cheerleaders come out on each side of the band then another one coming out from back stage, and start throwing tshirts at everyone making sure every one gets one , the sizes printed on the outside of the tube there packed in for easy switching once there in the crowed&nbsp; before the cheerleaders put down there bags and start into a routine and all three bands start ontu center stage the cheerleaders go ontu stage as I come out of fucking nowhere standing by danvers having pushed him aside in the conflagration "Ladies and Gentleman Give it up for your Local Seattle Teams.. teve come out here to support our company and were supporting them.. The Bands will be selling refreshments after the meeting.. and the Cheerleaders will be running a car wash after as well.. remember to tip well...&nbsp; " i slap Danvers on the back <br><br>"This is the man of the hour .. this is the reason for the celebration" and give enough of a pause to were danvers THINKS the rummors must be true about his promotion.. "This Is your liberation day.. were finaly kicking Danvers ass to the curb... Danvers.. your fired.. security if you would" and two security guards come to the stage to help escort him away "Your gone for your incompetence.. your gone for&nbsp; bribery.. your gone for a very very failed blackmail plot... your also gone cause i just don't like you but that's about the least of it.... "&nbsp; then the band gets quiet and the cheerleaders stop... "Now this is a solom occasion every one.. so if we could all take a moment .. a quiet moment.. to reflect on our departing comrade and say... Fuck you" and lower my head. extending my middle fingure, most join in.. about the time he starts yelling and spurting about how we cant do this.. the cheerleaders start into a routine about "your F I R E D" and the bands start up again... I look down "Mr Oakly is your new Department Head... Oh.. and if your car isn't dirty.. and you dont need it to be cleaned by any of these girls.. then you should DEFINITELY avoid the mud puddle over on 51st by the construction.&nbsp; I jump of the stage, look at you, in the confusion and uproar as Oakley gets up .. and people putting on there "I watched Danvers get fired and it was HILARIOUS" t shirts no one notices, even when i touch your ass escorting you out .<br><br>"So tell me Kate... Did i meet your expectations even without the clowns?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 18:01:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch the spectacle with amusement.&nbsp; I don't wear t-shirts but I grab one as a souvenir.&nbsp; "Definitely worked for me.&nbsp; The look on Danvers face was worth whatever you paid the band and cheerleaders.&nbsp; Oh...so hilarious.&nbsp; And you're right, the clowns would only have worked with enough of them.&nbsp; Just the two would have seemed like a lame afterthought.&nbsp; &nbsp;But, you know, the look on Vincent Bellamy's face was worth it even more.&nbsp; IT was like a man released from prison."<br><br>As you turn me toward the door, I feel the warmth of your hand on my bottom, and I look around to see if anyone notices.&nbsp; I think, perhaps, only Bellamy is watching.&nbsp; I suspect he would not be surprised or care.&nbsp; Perhaps happy to see be the one to get to me. <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 18:15:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I figured we would each drive. its a tad less.. obvious that way." my hand still on your ass as we walk out the door.. theirs tables set up to sell refreshments and right outside a couple of boyfriends that are helping to set up for the car wash. Walking with you to the car "Well im glad you enjoyed it... It should set the team off on a new spurt.. realy give them a moment for a new erara.. reset there minds with the company and with Oakly. and that's what we need... " i lean over and kiss your cheek " I think That the Redmond Water shed will have enough trees and secluded places for our purposes"&nbsp; Looking you up and down "Ill stop by the gym and get into my things" sliding out of my pocket a small sliver egg putting it in your palm "If you would.. i believe you know were this egg should nestle.. don't wory too much about what it is.." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 19:58:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look at the small silver egg and back at you.&nbsp; "I think I can manage it..."&nbsp; I say as I take it from you and nod.&nbsp; "I'll meet you at the parking lot in a bit."&nbsp; <br><br>My home is close enough that I dash home to change.&nbsp; I put on a skirt that is good for hiking--short and tight enough to not tangle in any undergrowth and long enough to cover any of my undergarments.&nbsp; I put on shoes that actually look good with the skirt but also will keep me from killing my ankles on the trails.&nbsp; I don't wear stockings as that would look ridiculous, but my legs are long and I put on a fresh layer of delicately scented sandalwood lotion to make them even more smooth and supple.&nbsp; The lacy bit of underwear I'm wearing would provide easy access to any probing fingers or implements by a simple sliding of the fabric to one side.&nbsp; I slip in the egg after I've washed up briefly.&nbsp; I don't know what you have in mind exactly, but I'm ready for just about anything at the moment.<br><br>I head to the trail and park my Lexus in a stall close to the trailhead leading off into the woods.&nbsp; I get out of the car and, not seeing you there yet, go ahead and do a couple of stretches for my calves.&nbsp; My cell phone rings and I pick it up.&nbsp; My mom wants to know if it's okay to go to a certain movie and I say yes...enjoy.&nbsp; They're having a grand time together.&nbsp; She tells me to enjoy myself.&nbsp; I tell her I intend to have a lovely day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 20:15:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I pull up shortly after parking far from yours, coming out dressed in back jeans, and a white tight t shirt, hair slicked back, sunglasses, walking tword you almost looking like James Dean with a gottee , butting my arm around you, before kissing your side just as your putting away the phone making sure to be quet as I do, reaching into the pocket giving it a little power for a moment before turning it back off "you look wonderful Kate.. thank you for joining me" putting an arm around you and then down to stroke your hair.. being fairly open about it... "Tell me if you start to recognize any one .. or if you need more discression.. but i must say it will be hard to keep my hands to myself"&nbsp; hand running down then up to touch a bit of bare skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 20:33:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The little buzz from the egg elicits a single involuntary twitch on my part. A simple "Oh!" escapes my lips.&nbsp; It's more powerful than I thought it might be.&nbsp; <br><br>"There are parts to this place that no one will know we are there." I reply,"But I will let you know if I see anyone I know.&nbsp; Doubtful though.&nbsp; Most people I know are likely doing their Saturday morning swim or game or something."&nbsp; I point toward a trail I've been on dozens of times, knowing it has many curves and bends, and deeply thick woods that make it hard to see much of anything.&nbsp; <br><br>"As to your hands...I am hoping you don't keep them to yourself...But, I want you to please tell me, in no uncertain terms what you would like from me."&nbsp; I lean into you just a little as we begin to walk.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 21:04:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I want you to be happy. honest and frank with me ask me what ever you want. Also I want a full report about your feelings and oppinions about todays events and I want it Monday afternoon" tuning the device to about a quarter the strength and using a switch on it so that deep down it starts feeling cool, almost cold, but on the end thats sticking more out it feels warm, almost hot "And also.. I don't want you to come with out asking for permission... you will be .. punished for doing so" reaching out further to grab your hand.. and start walking "and mostly I want you to be my friend on this walk.. my sexy sexy friend, i think we both could use one of thouse right now... some one to talk to and to explore more with." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 21:16:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"All right then...I'm liking whatever this little egg is doing.&nbsp; It's rather confusing me at the moment..hot cold..tingly...but nice..."&nbsp; My hand squeezes yours as we start walking.&nbsp; "Why did you pick me?&nbsp; THat first day I mean.&nbsp; There are women in the pool who are much more obviously wanting something like this..."&nbsp; <br><br>The little device creates an interesting pressure as we walk along the uneven trail.&nbsp; I begin to think that I could come any second, but I keep myself from doing so.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 21:38:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"well first of all you were pretty... secoundly you looked like a good secretary to begin with. and You also looked liked you needed it. Yeah there are other girls that probably would have wanted it more.. but there looking for something else. I just got a feeling from you that drew me to you. You seemed distant away.. you were way overqualified to be in your position so that told me that in many ways you like to be and want to be.. subservient.&nbsp; I asked around and talked a bit to discover that there realy weren't many rumors of you going all the way and such but still you seemed like you might need it.. and after i got to know you " hand reaching into the though a bit, running , astarting to feel over your lower half " I wasnt just looking to get my dick wet.. and many of the girls would have been looking to me for that... no.. i wanted a challange, some one to explore with.. not just for my pleasure but for hers.. simply put a game.. but A game that i learned to realy like and appreciate my pray" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 22:14:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I almost purr at your touch.&nbsp; I nod as you speak and say, "Subservient...hmmm...I can understand that...I suppose I am drawn to your obvious sexual strength, yet I'm not...weak-willed or weak minded.&nbsp; I'm not the type to follow anyone blindly...Though...that's part of what drew you to me then...sensing that I don't give to just <em>anyone</em>." <br><br>I point toward the long path, the one that I've never seen anyone on before, and leads to many side paths.&nbsp; "This one is about a three mile loop...."&nbsp; I love being outside and my demeanor has become more relaxed and...bubblier than you might have seen before.&nbsp; As we walk, I tend to look up at the canopy above and my eyes dart around at the little brown birds that are fluttering about.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 22:21:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And your not just giving yourself to even me... Sure your allowing me a lot of leway.. but this isnt about me putting my dick in you.. moving it around and then being done... and thats what most would look twords you as.. this is about sharing experiences.. the other im guessing you could just get anytime you wanted.. and I want this to be.. special.. a long .. but find memory" changing the intesnsity of the pulse a little bit up and down depending on the grade of the trail, moving my mouth to the base of your neck.. starting to express lust as a college student.. young and full of energy and abadon.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 22:27:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I exercise a lot of will and control to keep myself from coming with that little toy of yours.&nbsp; You keep playing with it, adjusting it's motion and it is getting harder and harder for me to resist.&nbsp; My breathing is a little shallower, and your lips on my neck are warm and hot.&nbsp; "I'm all for fond memories...but creating them...yes...that's what this is all about.&nbsp; Having new...interesting and...I am willing..wanting...to..wet your dick as you put it...but that can't be all of it...that's such a little bit of all this..."<br><br>Talking helps me focus on not coming. "That little toy of yours...is doing quite a number on me...I'm not sure how much longer I can withstand it..."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 06:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I look to the side, and move my head for you to follow to a stump "Go ahead and let yourself go" as i sit you down carefully, but grab your face looking you in the eyes, holding your hair tight as i do, pulling out from my pocket a thing of red lipstick, you feel the cold trace of a S on your forehead, then a U, an L, and finaly the T before quickly slipping the lipstick back into my pocket and kiss the middle of your forehead.. turning the machine quite a bit down "I wouldn't expect for each time that I allow you to cum for it to be so willingly allowed Kate.. but I wanted to.. do something.. you look sexy you know" smiling with a bit of an impish grin.. touching your chest.. "your already seeming fairly young here.. and you know theve always told me its the miles, not the years" but staying there for a moment, hands feeling your sides... figure going slowly up the skirt running just teasingly to the thigh then across to the other.&nbsp; leaning in again pressing my lips to yours for the first time but only for a few moments exploration Knowing that i have free rign but wanting to use my powers responsably and to the greatest effect... but the back of my mind screaming anouther reason why im holding back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 00:34:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm surprised by the lipstick, and raise an eyebrow as you write on my forehead.&nbsp; I'm not sure whether to be amused or alarmed by your choice in words, but I am here, and I"m not running away or stopping you.&nbsp;"Is that what you want me to be to you?" I ask. <br><br>When you kiss me, your lips take on a little bit of the red from my skin.&nbsp; Your teasing touch against my my chest and thigh make me want more. <br><br>When you kiss me, finally, your lips against mine for the first time, I keep my eyes open, watching you as you kiss me.&nbsp; The simple brevity of it makes me hungry for more.&nbsp; More of your caresses and touches.&nbsp; It is only when you break the kiss that I close my eyes and tilt my head back a little as I let myself go as you have ordered.&nbsp; The little device you have ordered me to wear has done its job, and I have fought it up until now.&nbsp; I lean back slightly on my arms, which grasp the stump on either side of my hips.&nbsp; <br><br>My lips part just a little as I give in and stop fighting my body's natural desires.&nbsp; I breathe in deeply and let out a low, soft moan as I let my orgasm release itself.&nbsp; My hips lift a little off the seat of moss in response, but only once...I hang there a moment, suspended by my arms before letting myself sit down again.&nbsp; It is not a powerful orgasm, just a gentle easy one, simple relief.&nbsp; I am used to quiet and unobtrusive sex.&nbsp; If you want a bigger show of it, you must teach me.&nbsp; I open my eyes after a moment and say, "Thank you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 19:21:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your more then welcome Kate.... " helping you up to your feet, before continuing down the trail, hand wrapped around your my palm open and rubbing on your pelvis shuttering back and forth, bumping my hip to yours as we walk. running on your belly. Giving a rest of the toy before i switch its poer the cold and warm changing places , then incense the power back up to about a quarter "However it wasn't as... exciting as it could be.. you were holding back your own pleasure and that is something that we definitely cant have your going on like that so it will definitely be a lot longer before I let you come again " Soon we see some movement up ahead from around the corner ... unsure of if its people or what.. but soon discover that it was only a fawn coming back from a drink of water. I garb you with both hands pulling you to me, hand running up your blouse the other into your skirt.. kissing the nape of your neck as we watch the fawn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 05:30:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I disappointed you..." I say.&nbsp; "I'm not accustomed to...being observed like that.&nbsp; But..." and I pause for a moment considering my words.&nbsp; "I want to please you.&nbsp; This is about <em>that </em>as much as a desire on my part to...enjoy our time together."<br><br>I'm confusing myself even.&nbsp; I'm this strong woman who could probably take on the operations side of the company and run it effectively, yet...at this moment, all I want to do is please you.&nbsp; Do what you ask of me and to do it well.&nbsp; <br><br>As we see the fawn, I laugh in relief.&nbsp; The likelihood of anyone I know coming upon us is nearly zero, but I don't want to chance it.&nbsp; As your hands roam across my body, I lean into you, my own hands unsure of what you want, fall gently around your neck, a finger looping around the hair at the base of your neck.&nbsp; I turn my head so you have more access to my neck.&nbsp; You goatee sends shivers up and down me in delightful ripples.&nbsp; "Mmmm..." my quiet and gentle moan meets your ears alone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 07:11:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And you do please me" Kate Continuing to kiss your shoulder&nbsp; hands going down the sides again. holding you tightly as i grab your hips.."Its a pretty thing isn't it" holding you close to me pulling you back to me rubbing my crotch into your back. hard but through both our clothes. "Though im going to have to watch that... wouldnt want to accidentally give you a hickey like a teenager " resting into you, wrapping you up with my strong arms.. in an odd way protecting you from nature.. though the danger of nature here is certinaly suspect.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 07:18:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anything that will heal in a week, more or less--and can be hidden at work of course, " I say.&nbsp; I lean back against you better to feel the length of you, beginning to become more curious about how you feel, what it would feel like to touch you--our clothing a thin layer of disguise between us. <br><br>"I like the way your arms feel around me," I say.&nbsp; I jump a little when a squirrel chitters at us.&nbsp; I see it as a slight scolding and chitter back at it.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It's..a sort of...security...Hard to explain, but I like it."&nbsp; My head falls back against your shoulder as I look up toward the sky through the canopy of tall trees.&nbsp; I breath in to smell the forest around us.&nbsp; The musky earthy scent is heady and strong.&nbsp; Primal.&nbsp; Like you.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 15:48:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thats the point ....Kate" having had to pause for a moment to stop myselffrom using a cutsy nick name. Swaying a little bit, my hand going again into your skirt to touch the panties, specificly too move the tow around somewhat inside , but using a single figure to do it, laying my middle figure down along your slit to make sure that I also hit a special little spot that the egg is missing being able to hit directly, but is able to make subtile vibrations ont eh fabric of the panties, rubbing back and forth I pull you back leaning into the tree behind me keeping my mouth on your shoulder. Tasting you, and listing to the sounds.. paying attention to the color of your skin.. to see how reding its getting. Wondering what your thinking about the situation .. wondering how you will react about what you think is on your forehead when people come about.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 23:10:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As your hand slides down my front my breath catches.&nbsp; I laugh a little, nervousness bubbling through my lips.&nbsp; "I feel like a virgin...like I've never done this before..." I say.&nbsp; It's true though.&nbsp; I've never done whatever it is we are doing before.&nbsp; "This public..out in the open..."&nbsp; Your hand moves my panties aside and I feel your finger touch me where it is longing to be touched and you play with the toy, moving it inside me. <br><br>"And...that little touch...it makes me want more..." I say, "So much more..."<br><br>My hands reach behind me and stroke you--starting at the hips and running downward to your thighs.&nbsp; "Why did you write on my forehead? "&nbsp; I ask, curious about the why of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 05:40:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thrilling isn't it " still massaging almost at random... there is a pastern just hard to tell what it is almost like a dance. everything in beets, listing to your breathing i start making mine match yours, making sure that you can hear it.. keeping that up as the hand not on your crotch moving up and down your arm, grabbing your wrist, pulling it as I put my fingers to allow myself to keep track of your pulse. starting to move the finger on the toy pushing up on the heart beat and keeping that pace. <br><br>"You're going to want more and more.. but it's up to both of us how much I'm going to give You'll have to convince me of how far your ready to take this.. and I won't be easily convinced...&nbsp; as far the writing, well Is that what I wrote.. It's a test to see how you'll react when.. if we eventually see someone What do you think I wrote on you...&nbsp; Are you sure that it wasn't just what you wanted it to say? "<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 23:46:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yessss..."My voice trails off into a gentle hissing as your breath moves to match my own.&nbsp; The intention behind it thrills me.&nbsp; Your hand on my wrist surprises me at first, then, as your finger on the toy begins to move in exact tempo with my heartbeat I understand how you have taken my pulse.&nbsp; You are measuring me in so many ways, I'm almost at a loss.&nbsp; I've always been someone who understands the test before me, and yet, this one, I'm more frightened of losing than any test I've ever taken. <br><br>More than anything, I want to respond as I should...if only to...please you.&nbsp; "Yes, " I say again,"I do want more...but I'm not sure what you are offering..." I whisper, my words broken and spoken in the same rhythm of my heart.&nbsp; "I am not sure what you wrote...I can't see it...but...if I don't know the person we come across, I won't care...why would I?&nbsp; If it were...my child's teacher...then...I might have a problem."&nbsp; I laugh.<br><br>My hands press gently against your hips still, they want to explore, but they are stymied...waiting for approval or orders, I know not exactly what holds them there.&nbsp; "I want you to give me ever little command, lead me in each and every little motion. Tell me what you want of me..." I say.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 00:28:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohh.. I doubt that well be that lucky to see how you respond to that... But well see.. you never know who might be on the trail today.. and even if so.. with the way your dressed today.. would you be recognised" still holding you, moving my finger in line with your pulse even as it increases, dancing without music or without feet, keeping my breaths with yours even as i talk, matching them up till you subconsciously start timing it with mine.<br><br>"I want you to stand still and to hold off coming.. tell me were you are with that Were out in the real world right now.. there is little to command you to do other then to be my doll to fondle Kate.. and such a lovley doll to fondle at that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 01:23:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I have spoken rather brashly, but I feel it is the truth.&nbsp; A part of me wants me to be yours--openly and&nbsp; brazenly yours.&nbsp; But, given my life circumstances, we are in the woods.&nbsp; I can think of few places where our touches won't be hidden ones.<br><br>I plant my feet so that I can stand still and resist the urge I feel to push against your hand, to lean into you with my sex seeking more, but letting myself take what you give.&nbsp; "I'll be your doll then...fondle away...and I promise to not allow myself to come, though I would love to."&nbsp; &nbsp; As you continue your dance of breath and pulse, I let my body enjoy every moment of your touch, denying it the pleasure it seeks mentally.&nbsp; Each time I sense impending climax, I shift my attention and shove it away.&nbsp; I can do this by sheer force of will, and yet, I can't do it forever.&nbsp; But time passes as I deny myself release.&nbsp; Moments? An Hour?&nbsp; I don't know, I'm only paying attention to the sound of your breath that anchors me to the world.&nbsp; I imagine you must see my struggle, hear it in the small catches of my breath as I get close and stop myself.&nbsp; Get close, hold my breath to draw in my attention and control.<br><br>When I managed for the third time to send myself along the path away from climax,the first burning sensation of denial trickle through me.&nbsp; It in itself is a new sensation--painful and exquisitely intense.&nbsp; This....newness...makes me lose focus and I say, "Oh...God...stop...or I won't be able to..."&nbsp; For if you continue, I'm sure I will splash all over your hand with an immense orgasm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 01:37:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I dont think that you've been tormented with lust long enough to do so.. nore did you realy ask.. but if you had.. i would tell you no you cant.. you still will be punished if you do Kate. For failing. I know that your mind would not allow itself to fail me.. but it will be your body that will be p[unished for failing the both of us if you cant hold .. if you cant stave it off."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 01:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I won't..." I promise...as you continue.&nbsp; The words have helped me regain my focus again, but the pain of stopping myself is in itself a discovery.&nbsp; "It hurts...it feels wonderful...I'm trying...I will..."&nbsp; I tense up in the effort of not coming, not allowing my body to give in to your advances.&nbsp; How much I want to release...I've become incoherent.&nbsp; "So..."&nbsp; My breathing is in fits and starts as I exercise my entire being on not coming.&nbsp; And it feels so amazing I'm not sure anymore what is more pleasurable--the pain from resisting or an actual orgasm.&nbsp; "So...hard..." <br><br>I begin to whimper as my only ability to vocalize.&nbsp; I search for anything that will keep me from releasing myself and count leaves on the ground, look up at the sky and find cloud formations, but my body continually calls me back.&nbsp; "Am...not...will....not....mm....no....mmm....will...not....being....good...."<br><br>I begin to sweat with the exertion of it all.&nbsp; Shaking.&nbsp; Leaning more into you as my legs begin to weaken. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 15:46:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know you can do it... you have such a strong mind and spirit.. you can defeat it. You can over come the need for you to come from just a little bit of stimulation.. If you think this is bad.. just think of how hard it will be for you to not when im realy, and fully trying. I lean back further and further, till im leaning in the tree, my arms holding you so that your off the ground and you wont just fall.. opening your sex up just a bit, pulling the skirt up "Wrap your hands behind my neck kate, and hold to make sure you dont fall"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 04:59:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				My hands reach up and my fingers graze your lips, your cheeks, your ears.&nbsp; They lace together behind your neck, and I hold onto you.&nbsp; My eyes close tight in concentration and the stretching of my arms against my own weight has an oddly calming effect.&nbsp; I breathe in deeply and I rub my cheek against yours as I can no longer speak and my voice only comes through my breath in punctuated whimpers. My whole <em>being </em>--my thoughts, my will, my essence--is galvanizing against my body's desires.&nbsp; Wanting nothing more than to last through this and to show you that you are right.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 05:08:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly I move a bit sliding you down my chest setting you back on your feet as I wrap your arm around my neck to help you support yourself. REaching into my pocket and turrning the device up a little bit "Your doing great Kate... You smell wonderful.. and.. himm.. you feel so great all over kate.. and your doing such a good job of obaying my command.. better then I fully expected to be honest" starting to walk A bit. knowing that its not likley that you would be able to walk compleatly on your own. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 05:14:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The walking helps, actually, and I'm needing all the support I can get.&nbsp; I don't know where you are taking me, because I'm leaving the guidance up to you.&nbsp; My eyes are still closed and I barely manage a whispered and croaking, "Thank you..." as you compliment me.&nbsp; The increased intensity on my little silver egg adds another new dimension to my body, and I gasp a tiny bit, thinking that I will lose it.&nbsp; I shake my head and get a grip, determined to not let myself come until you tell me to.<br><br>"I...am...finding...this...painfully...wonderfully...difficult..." I get out as we walk.&nbsp; I open my eyes and turn my head to look at you and imagine they must be blood-shot and glazed much like some drug addict's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 21:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I put my lips to yours for a few moments, holding your head as I try and support you some more, my hand on your back hugging around, starting to bend you. Moving my knee to just the right position to start pressing it to your sex to move the fun little toy around the little extra bit that I want" I hold my lips to yours for a few moments, ewyes closed, figures running through your hair. <br><br>"As you should.. it should be difficult, and hopefully wonderful.. i know for one im enjoying teasing you Kate... Your doing much better than I truly expected on your first trys and being held back" still matching my breath to yours as much as possible, hand on your head starding to move to pinch the ear lobe just a tiny bit for now, tugging it playfully. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 23:39:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not sure if I should tell you this, but my ears are extremely sensitive," I say.&nbsp; "You complement me on my ability to withstand things...I've spent years trying to come faster and earlier...This is...well...a different thing all together."<br><br>I let out a soft sigh for now, I'm feeling numb beyond belief...a painfully sweet and yet not satisfied numbness.&nbsp; "I feel like if I come now, I will explode."<br><br>I lean into you, and soak up your strength.&nbsp; Talking keeps me a little preoccupied, but it is difficult with that egg thing inside me.&nbsp; It hurts, yet I don't want to take it out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 22:23:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh you should always tell me thing like that Kate" moving my mouth slowly to tug on your ear lobe, starting to pull hard won it b, but only with my lip for now, my gotee rubbing along your face and neck as i do.. bringing you in tight still walking, one hand hanging on to the one wrapped around my neck, helping you stay atatched, the other hand holding ontu your ass now , walking slowly to make sure we don't run into anything. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 00:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh...dear...and...well...my neck?&nbsp; It's...just as...responsive," I say, barely able to breath.&nbsp; I'm doing my best to control myself, and yet I give you more ideas about how to make me go crazy.&nbsp; I can't not tell you, though.&nbsp; I want you to know what makes me tick.&nbsp; You will be much better able to wind me up if you know all about me.<br><br>"I suppose I'm sensitive everywhere, " I manage.&nbsp; "I doubt there's a place on my body at the moment that wouldn't just tingle at your touch."&nbsp; My words are strained and spoken tightly--my desire to not come, to prove to you that I will be fun to play with overcomes all my baser desires.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 02:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I imagine Kate... I imagine..." walking up leaving your neck alone for just a bit, coming to a place i point to the pink pained rock on the trail to show that ive done some exploring already, and take you off the trail through some brush to a nice clearing around a nice willow tree.. walking you to the tree, placing your back to the tree. I walk behind you grabbing the small coil of rope that i left there, and start typing your hands behind the tree tightly&nbsp; before turning off the device. <br><br>"were going to try an experiment... Im going to see if I can train you to cum at the utterance of a single word.. eventually hoping that i can make you come without even touching you at all"&nbsp; grinning from ear to ear.. looking you up and down.. "I have to say that im one lucky man"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 05:40:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm surprised that you've been here before and that you are prepared for...something beyond my imagination.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're tying me up?&nbsp; You were serious?" I ask, in surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;I don't resist, though.&nbsp; I feel safe with you for whatever reason and trust that whatever it is you are doing will not bring me any harm.<br><br>The ropes bite into my wrists, and I'm firmly placed against the tree.&nbsp; The diversion has bought me time, though.&nbsp; And when you finally, you turn off the device, I feel relieved and almost free of a great burden.<br><br>"A single word?&nbsp; You..." I tilt my head in your direction, "Don't you want to touch me?" I ask, confused.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 06:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohh i do want to touch you.. but i wont be able to always touch you.. sometimes ill be busy.. and will only have time to give you a call.. but will want to give you a healthy reward" smiling wide as i look into your eyes for a moment, my hands on your thighs, lifting up lifting the skirt just slightly, listing to the sounds of nature for a few moments, the world becoming us and nature. The day slightly overcast with a gray nature to everything. putting my nose to yours&nbsp; "Were going to calm you down a bit... im going to make you far hornier then you ever thought possible... your going to be drenching in your hormonal bliss " squating down starting to tie your legs wide and apart before wrapping a few more ropes around your torso to help support you.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 21:02:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm relieved to hear you want to touch me...I like being touched you know, "I say.&nbsp; "But, if you want me to come at a single word...How does that work?&nbsp; I mean...." I'm confused as I can't really conceive of coming without any physical sensation.&nbsp; Then you start to spread my legs and tie me against the tree.&nbsp; <br><br>I watch you work with a sense of wonder and a tiny bit of apprehension. The thought flashes through my mind that I don't really know you and no one has seen us together outside of the office.&nbsp; I let the thought slip from my mind as I realize that I have to trust you and do as you say for this to work.<br><br>"I want this to work...tell me what to do...I need....teaching."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 00:56:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"it will take a lot of time.. not just today.. but need to make you associate the word so closely with your mind giving itself over to pure pleasure.. time consuming.. and it wont be a mind blowing one as you wont be worked up hormonally for it, but hopefully well get yo there before long. " He smiled as his hands traced her outlines.. "But first we have to build up control of your orgasiums to begin with... I think that you were nearing the limits of your control.. so were going to let you.. come down a bit.. but try and keep you horny at the same time kate.. then take you to the brink a few more times..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 19:42:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod showing I understand your plan for now.&nbsp; "I don't think I can do anything other than be horny at the moment.&nbsp; I find this whole situation new...erotic...highly charged...And...I'm almost to the point where I would do just about anything if I could just have relief."&nbsp; I laugh a little out of nervousness.<br><br>I look at myself, tied to a tree, my skirt hiked up practically exposing me to the world.&nbsp; I feel a cool breeze make it's way past my very wet sex and shudder, the slight sensation cooling and intoxicating at the same time.&nbsp; Every time my heart beats, I feel it in my engorged clitoris.&nbsp; It is aching...aching...wanting so much to be touched...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 17:23:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have little doubt that this is one of the.. longest times youve had to go in this state.. but its time to see how far you can be pushed you sexy thing" looking down,my hands not touching, but following your outline a few milimiters away, occasionaly grabing and touching a little bit of fabric, going in for a kiss but keeping the lips to were you can simply feel the breath that is still simply matching yours... "Im going to be reading some erotica to you here in a secound" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 17:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Erotica..." I repeat rather uselessly.&nbsp; The way you tease me is more intense than if you'd just whipped out your cock fucked me.&nbsp; I know this...and have craved something like this all my life without ever being able to put words to it.&nbsp; The closeness of your hands lets me feel their proximity and their heat, but no pressure and your breath against my skin is agonizing.<br><br>"No one has ever read erotica to me before," I say.&nbsp; "I am giving you a part of myself....you realize that don't you?"&nbsp; The risk I am taking by being with you is part of the appeal, of course, but the newness of the way you touch me is more, much more exciting than I had though possible.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 18:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know Kate.. I hope that it isnt too much..." stroking your hair a little bit before bringing my iPhone from my pocket, I sit on the ground, between your legs, speeking up to make sure that you can here me. and start reading from a pre selected book mark.<br><br>Seattle Glory Hole. (http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/07/glryhole.txt)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 22:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You have a nice reading voice.&nbsp; This is not exactly what I'm used to reading.&nbsp; I listen on two different levels.&nbsp; One to just hear the story.&nbsp; I've heard of Glory Holes--though I would have no idea where to look for them.&nbsp; I picture them as rest stop fantasy stories, not real, but spoken of in fascinated tones and excited whispers.<br><br>I am also aware that you are looking at me for my response.&nbsp; If I find pleasure in this story, I wonder, will you take me to one of these places and force me to perform with strangers?&nbsp; The idea is compelling and frightening.&nbsp; I would not say yes if you asked me to suck a total stranger's cock.&nbsp; I know this.&nbsp; But thinking about it?&nbsp; Imagining the scene?&nbsp; That...well, of course just the picture of a woman sucking an unknown cock brings about a certain amount of excitement.<br><br>I can't help but squirm as I imagine my mouth around a cock. I look at you as you read to me, watching you watch me.&nbsp; "That's an interesting story," I say as you finish.&nbsp; "If it weren't for the practicalities of disease transfer, I'd beg you to escort me there...Keep me safe in the midst of all of the craziness I imagine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 22:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well.. there are things you can do to mitigate that.. first use condoms.. second set up a private glory hole.. vet the men before hand, have them get there paper work.. ect.. and do it in a hotel with the girl in a made box for her to.. practice with"&nbsp; more filling her head with possibilities then actually suggesting it wanting to expose kate to as much as possible, then after shes had time to absorb possibilities talk to her about things that are real life possibilities. "Not that i planned anything like that for you.. but if it sounds interesting... might help me decide what other stories i might pick out for you... and yes.. glory holes are very real..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 22:39:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				My jaw drops as I realize how real these things are and how real it is that I'm tied to a tree with my skirt hiked up with a guy reading me erotic stories.&nbsp; <br><br>I laugh a little and then jump a bit as the telephone in my hip pocket buzzes.&nbsp; It tickles and I can't reach it.&nbsp; I begin to giggle as I squirm against what I normally think of as a minimal vibration.&nbsp; It would seem, at the moment, I am ultra sensitive to the least little thing.<br><br>"My phone.." I say..."It's buzzing...Text message..."&nbsp; And I suck in my lower lip in consternation.&nbsp; "Why is it turning me on?"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 05:31:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I get up, walking to you, hand running down your sides as i pretend to search for the phone, I take a look at it, and put the phone in my pocket "We can deal with it later... its nothing big" looking you up and down.. "So.. what do you actually think about that Kate.. Giving people blowjobs... Not saying its your thing.. lets do it.. but i want to see your mind... not the brilliant one here" touching your temple "But the one that hasn't become fully developed" finger going into your panties running a line before bringing it to my mouth and licking it clean "The one that's much.. sweeter.." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 02:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I shudder as your finger collects a small sample from my excited body.&nbsp; "Oh..god..." I moan as that simple touch sends me into a new wave of longing.&nbsp; <br><br>"At the moment, I'm so excited, I'd do just about anything for relief. Is that the part of me you want to address?&nbsp; The base...the part of me that is so filled with longing I'd literally do <em>anything </em>to relieve it?&nbsp; &nbsp; There's the rub.&nbsp; My logical brain is telling me how disgusting it would be to go into a room and subject myself to strangers.&nbsp; To service their needs?&nbsp; IT's wholly different than giving in to you...why you? I don't know...I may never know...But to you...for you...anything you ask."<br><br>I'm breathing heavily as&nbsp; I speak, a little bit of sweat has collected at the cleft of my breasts, but I am drenched from my thighs to my knees, not of sweat, but from my need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 07:36:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is the part of you that we want to address... we want to train your brain to love it to know it insde and out, and to be able to get here at a moments notice, the drop of a hat if need be, wile at the same time giving you more control over it, be able to put it off if you want" " My hand touching your front of the belly a little more.<br><br>""to start to get inside your hands and to find out your fantasies, your real fantasies, the ones that even you may not have admitted to your self" nose rubbing on yours for a few moments. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 07:31:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I..admit to having always wondered what it would be like to be tied up...though..usually in my fantasy I'm completely naked," I say , "this comes pretty close."&nbsp; <br><br>I think about fantasies I don't even know about yet.&nbsp; I push back against your nose with mine, comforted by the small gesture.&nbsp; "I will have to say that you may have to expose me to some new ideas.&nbsp; The glory hole thing has something going for it...the total abandonment of one's self to another.&nbsp; Giving up choice."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 04:30:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well don't worry Kate you will get plenty of chances to do uninhibited things , as well as be tied up in interesting ways, and to give up control"&nbsp; He turned slightly away from her, walking behind the tree, in part to hide the expression on his face as he tried to suppress his emotions, he knew that he couldn't let Kate see his face right now, and in part felt that he was being dishonest, he knew damn well that even if he could have what he really wanted, that that in itself would ruin it.. it wasn't who she was. Still he wanted some fun. his hands moving along her ribs from around the tree. <br><br>"The glory hole thing isn't just giving abandon to one other, its giving yourself to the world at large, letting the universe determine your pleasure, that is.. if you can find the pleasure in nothing but sucking a cock..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 23:27:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like it when you touch me...." I say as you run your hands along my ribs.&nbsp; "I want you to...I'm not sure what.&nbsp; I don't want a regular affair...it is already quite...out of the ordinary.&nbsp; But, I can't help but expect some disappointment in the end.&nbsp; Right now...I want to feel you...touch you...taste you..god...I want to fuck you like there's no tomorrow..."<br><br>I shiver as I admit this, "But because we have a tomorrow...and a day after that..."&nbsp; I leave my thought unfinished.&nbsp; I understand now that you won't fuck me or let me fuck you.&nbsp; At least not yet.&nbsp; Perhaps not for a long while.&nbsp; I expect agonized teasing and play.&nbsp; I understand now how you must draw this out.<br><br>"Teach me then...ho do I find pleasure in nothing but sucking a cock?" I ask.&nbsp; "I'm not sure I'm even that good at that particular activity..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 03:19:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well first we will make you KNOW that your great at that activity.. get you plenty of practice at it.. And yes.. it will be a wile before were ready for something like that... and i do mean WE.. I know that i know that Im not fully ready to Do that with you, yet, though im sure we will get there.. and im sure that we will become bonded in quite a few ways before our year is out... And it cant be like an ordinary affair, I feel for you Kate, and i think you do for me on some small level as well... but we cant be, you love your family .. and i must in the end leave you, and i intead to leave you better then i found you... give us both the strength to do this and leave each other with the strength knowing that we did the best things for the both of us, with minimal costs" <br><br>There was emotion in his voice, as his hands continued to explore her body from around the tree. Seemingly, and mostly at random, but not conentrating on the particularly sensitive parts, instead avoiding them, teasing them, paying special attention to the areas that arent so often touched. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 20:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Costs...yes...there will be costs," I murmur.&nbsp; I think about my husband and how he would feel with this betrayal of sorts.&nbsp; Yet, I don't feel that I am doing anything wrong.&nbsp; This is so...different and unconnected with him.&nbsp; It had nothing to do with my husband but everything to do with me and what I need.&nbsp; Or want.<br><br>I begin to hum the song, "YOu can't always get what you want.."&nbsp; Then I stop for a moment, and say, "But I need this.&nbsp; I need...whatever this is, Tom."<br><br>I can't move but I moan when you touch me, "You know...when I was pregnant with my first child, I had this huge fear that my love for my husband would be supplanted by the baby...and...when he was born...it was like...Something new.&nbsp; Completely different.&nbsp; A love so overwhelming that it didn't even compare with how I felt toward my husband.&nbsp; And yet, and yet...I still loved my husband just as much, if not more, than before.&nbsp; And then...later...when the others came along, each one had a new and different and special love.&nbsp; I..."&nbsp; I twist my head to try to see you, "I think that the human capacity for love is un-limited....there are different kinds...of connections...whether you want to call it love or...infatuation...or just.. lust...I don't think they take away from things that already exist..."&nbsp; I shake my head as I ramble on.&nbsp; <br><br>"All I know is that you are giving me something that I...have been craving."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 23:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And your giving me something that I didnt even know that I wanted my Kate" I step a bit from the tree walking around, looking down, smilling wide up and down at your form, hands reaching out , the smile, genuine scincier, and blissful I look at you tied to the Tree, Reaching in with my mouth to touch near those lips softly and calmly. "But if you try sometime, you find, you get what you need" <br><br>"Your one of those special people Kate, one of those that has so much love to given infinite well not as common a gift as one might thinl" his hands on her hips now, runing on her back, pulling her a little bit from the tree as he touched her skin, and looked her in the eyes for more then a few moments... <br><br>"You are giving me things as well Kate, things i didnt know that I had a taste for" his hands droping do her ass between her clothes and the tree, as he pressed into her a bit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Admerwill, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 01:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I need this...Tom...I really do." I say.&nbsp; Your mouth so near my own it makes me quiver inside.&nbsp; "Even if I don't understand what this is...I have had a craving deep inside me for a long time and this is filling that...even though I don't have a name for it.&nbsp; The fact that I can't move or run away takes the decisions from me, and that...is part of it. You are in control."<br><br>Your hands on my ass as you pull me close and away from the tree send other wonderful sensations coursing through me. "What kinds of things are those, Tom?&nbsp; You seem to have known what you are doing all along..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 07:55:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached up with both hands holding her head in place for a moment. Just holding her and looking into her Eyes. Slowly he moved his lips to hers again for a quick , firm kiss sucking her lower lip into hers pulling it back, his hands moved down and loosned the corset that she was wearing as a shirt, loosened it up, just enough to pull it down some. He reached in, between her amble clevage and pulled up on each of her brests so that they would hang free and open in the air . Stepping back for a secound he looked at the woman tied to the tree. He ssaw her stregth, her passion, everything . <br><br>Reaching out to her hips he ran his hands tracing her body upwards till he returned to the womanly orbs that stood before him.. taking his time he exteneded his fingers out and started to circle each one tracing in a slow spiral down to the nipple till he reached them in unison and extended his thumb pinching her buds firmly before he twisted his wrists to pull them apart and out in a sudden uniform manner . Watching her eyes and lips the entire time with intense scutiny. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:10:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed him back, hungrily, enjoying the tugging feel of her lower lip disappearing into his mouth.&nbsp; Once her breasts were free and he stepped back to look at her, she felt a slow blush creep across her face. Her pussy continued to throb hungrily for attention, but there was nothing she could do about it, tied to the three as she was.<br><br>His slow spiral around each nipple was torturous.&nbsp; Each second of that simple contact filled her body with an electric-like charge of desire.&nbsp; Her breathing became ragged and she looked at him with her eyes cloudy with need, "Please...Tom..."&nbsp; She wasn't even sure what she was asking for.&nbsp; Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth as she fought for the right words.&nbsp; She didn't know what to say, but simply shook her head and looked down at her hardened nipples and thought that if he touched her again, she would simply explode.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:17:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled watching her, knowing just how close she was.. figuring an ant climbing across her clit looking for surgar would set her off, he hoped than no strong wind occured as he pulled out his cammera. and started taking a few pictures. It was a digital cammera, and not a phone cammera. professional quality pocket cam. taking the quick shots of her "Please what Slut?" looking at her some more He smillled . letting her cool off a bit more, he was preparing something special next. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:44:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate closed her eyes and waited a moment.&nbsp; She wasn't used to being called a slut.&nbsp; Yet...it felt right for Tom to call her that.&nbsp; SHe was stripped nearly naked, tied securely to a tree, her pussy throbbing painfully for hours, her nipples hardened like tiny little pebbles.&nbsp; She opened them and met him, "Please...Tom...I can't come without...help."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:50:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And your so close that any help right now will cause you to go over the edge" grinning as he took a few more shots "I know youve been quite horny.. for a long time.. and its only gaining .. and ganning... Im going to see how long I can get you before You actually need it.. right now you think you need it.. but you dont.. not realy.. not yet.. Im going to take you to the point that you would pay any price for release.. ANY price.. Im not going to charge you anything more than the pleasure of watching you lost in an Extacy that no one you have ever known, or probably ever will know has had.. Your going to pass out from your orgasium" <br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:00:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate pushed her hips toward him as much as she could, though the restraints kept her movement at a minimum.&nbsp; She was about crazy with need.&nbsp; She dropped her head to one shoulder and looked at him with a look that would have any man comply in a second, "Come on, Tom...You know you want me to come, too.&nbsp; You haven't seen me come yet, have you?&nbsp; Just teased me, given me little dildos and ordered me to come, knowing I have.&nbsp; And yet, you want to see me buck in exquisite pain from the long build-up."&nbsp; She breathed in and out a few times, the burning in her pussy one that needed to be relieved soon.<br><br>"Please...I am so close...make me...please..."&nbsp; she smiled as she begged, hoping he'd give in and finally, finally touch her.&nbsp; One little glancing touch of his finger on her clit would send her over the edge...she was sure of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:12:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dont worry about it slut.. Ill Make you come.. and come.. and come.. and come some more, Its going to be a long road.. and were going to have plenty of adventures..." he Smiled "Make me an offer.... What will you give me... to let you come right here right now" grinning wide, He would eventualy pull of his plan of taking her to that extream height&nbsp; . But that wouldnt be today.. he would get her used to all sorts of things.. he would study her movements, her colors, her smells to know exactly when he had to stop or finish it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:28:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The question stopped Kate short. What did he want? What would be something she could offer him that he couldn't refuse to let her come. <br><br>She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to calm her throbbing pain, but her mind fluttered here and there, almost not comprehending what he was asking.<br><br>"I..." she had started to say she'd give him anything he wanted, but she paused.&nbsp; "You could..." and she couldn't say it.&nbsp; It sounded so crude, so out of her character, but her mind was thinking it, and she was sure that her face said it.&nbsp; "Please...just...Tom...I...will let...you....fuck me."&nbsp; It was out.&nbsp; Was that something he wanted though?&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; She suspected he wanted more from her than a simple fuck.&nbsp; That seemed so transient, but it was worth the try.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:34:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhh... Kate you slut... trying to charge for something that you were going to give me any way..." he thought for a little bit about something he should ask for... Something pricy, something Naughty... "What if tonight we change plans... you were coming to my house... your family is out of town... Why dont we move our plans to your house... Than ill let you cum you sexy minx" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:52:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate stopped short for a moment.&nbsp; Her house?&nbsp; But...but...but..Her mind flew in all directions.&nbsp; What if her husband found out?&nbsp; In their house in their bed? Or...kitchen?&nbsp; Where would Tom take this?&nbsp; She hesitated.&nbsp; Wanted to say no...not in her home.&nbsp; She paused before making her offer.<br><br>"My house...okay...My house...but...not my bed," she said, her voice firm.&nbsp; She couldn't see bringing another man into her husband's space.&nbsp; That would be...no.&nbsp; She couldn't do that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Than whos room will we sleep in slut?" he was already undoing the buttons on his pants he cock was out and rock hard, he started to undo some of her restraints. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 03:08:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate felt a flood of relief that he'd not pushed her on that.&nbsp; "We..we have a guest room...with a queen bed, but it's comfortable and...private."&nbsp; Not that anyone was home, but at least it was a hundred feet away from her bedroom.<br><br>She hadn't seen his cock before, and her eyes suddenly focused in on it as he let it spring free from his pants.&nbsp; She wasn't free yet, couldn't move, but at that moment, more than anything in the world, she wanted it inside her...she was certain she'd come when just the head of it passed her clitoris, but she didn't care.&nbsp; SHe hadn't wanted someone to fuck her this badly in a very, very long time. She nearly sobbed with relief when he began to loosen her bonds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 03:24:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasnt the Length of the cock that was interesting.. He was defiitly hung, and was probably a good nine if not a bit more, It wasnt the width, witch was in proportion with his length. it was the shape. some cocks ent to one direction, his seemed basicly streight, the differance as that his dick was covered in scars, almost looking like it had bent into several different directions all at once during its development , but some how they bent into the streight cock. he&nbsp; bent, grabbing her andles so she would be suspended by whats around her waist, hipps, and arms, as well as the friction from the tree. Than slamed his cock into her till his pelvis was rubbing on her clit. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 03:36:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate was taken aback by the quickness of his actions, the way he just lifted her like a rag doll and impaled her aching pussy.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as he ground against her clit.&nbsp; It was all she needed and she let out a pleased and triumphant sounding scream.&nbsp; She abruptly closed her mouth suddenly aware that a woman's scream in the woods could bring curious bystanders.<br><br>His cock, ringed with scars, emptied her as smoothly as her husband's unmarred cock, and filled her completely.&nbsp; The tip&nbsp; of him landed fully against her her cervix giving her an extra pleasant drumming feeling.&nbsp; Her hips pushed up against him and her body quivered in his hands, the shaking from her long wait and desperate need for release had, indeed, exploded once he touched her.<br><br>She was reduced to a series of whimpers...with every movement she let out small little gasps.&nbsp; Her orgasm extended beyond her pussy, through her hips, into her chest and through every nerve in her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 03:47:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned, half wanting to get caught, knowing the chances of it being by police would be small, and her scream sounded like a pleasent one, not one for help.. some one would mostly likley think teenagers as he started to pull out of her, his textured cock running over her sensitive bits inside her pussy he was fucking her sholowly, The hair around his cock was trimmed, tightly, band what was there was well groomed, conditioned and everything he but his mouth to hers kissing it tightly passionatly but not lewdly, for now he kept his mouth mustly closed, only opening it enough to rub her lips he was gucking her with a good amount of might poored into each thrust. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 21:28:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate orgasmed anew with every thrust.&nbsp; It was the first time she'd experiences such a powerful orgasm let alone so many in such quick succession.&nbsp; She began to shrink away from the intensity of it all, it was as painful as it was exciting and pleasurable.&nbsp; She was reduced to moans and groans and nothing beside the sensation of Tom's cock thrusting in and out of her mattered to her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 21:47:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He loved the sounds that Kate was making, it filled his heart with pride that he was able to fill the woman with that much joy, and happiness, and had that much control over such a strong woman. He knew that he could get the woman much much more filled with hormones than he had. This was merely an hour or so of activity, as well as some playful banter before than. This experience would only keep her hotter around him, and make the burring increase in her hear, heart and womb. He opened his eyes but kept his mouth on hers to help muffle her moans and groans, especially her screams, He did let a few of her moans go, to help advertise what was going on, He did not need an audience but he wouldn't mind one, what he did want however was that any one who had inclings of knowledge of something nefarious in regards to the scream, would be corrected&nbsp; in there thinking by the obviously happy sounds that were coming from the girl in front of him. <br><br>He Continued to drive his point home inside of her looking her right in the eyes as he went about it. he was grunting quite a bit, and loved the feeling of drumming her cervix, there crotches had been built to fit together, almost engineered that way, she was the perfect tightness, he was the perfect length and girth.&nbsp; His hand moved forward grabbing her ass to help support As her moaning subsided a little he moved his mouth to her neck again so that he could here her moans again, bobbing in and out. He could hold out all day if he wanted to., he had.. but he knew that they would have to go soon, and so he winced, and let out a strong groan on her neck as his cock spassomed, deep right on her cervix shooting ropes of cum right into her womb.&nbsp; As he began to cum he moved one of the hands to her clit to pinch it firmly in hopes that it would send her into another big orgasium that would cause her pussy to spasum, so her inner most snactum would absormb more of the fluid. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 00:05:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate met his movements with what she could given that she was still mostly tied to the tree.&nbsp; She looked over Tom's shoulder and caught the glimpse of some movement.&nbsp; And she didn't care at all.&nbsp; She didn't care that someone--a stranger?&nbsp; Someone she might know?&nbsp; Whoever it was that could see her tied there and being fucked with wild abandon wasn't doing anything other than watching or even whacking off.&nbsp; She just didn't give a flying fuck.&nbsp; The only thing that mattered to her was that the tidal waves of orgasm continued.&nbsp; <br><br>Tom's groan against her neck alerted her to his own orgasm.&nbsp; She could actually feel the heat of his cum as he shot inside her.&nbsp; Then, the pinch on her clit sent her back into her own world again, not caring at all what happened to her next as long as it continued.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh...fuck....oh...my....god....," she said, her voice between a whine and ecstasy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 19:03:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tom was a bit caught up in the moment to notice anything that was going on behind him, He left himself hard burried in her . He watched her cum with his sum burried deep in her. Slowly he moved his mouth back to hers stroking her hair slowly letting her legs go moving with her back to the tree . He moved his hands down from her hair, putting his nose to hers, then foreheads so there mouths are just slightly part "Your so pretty when your cumming" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 19:17:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate had closed her eyes to savor the moment.&nbsp; Slowly opening them, she managed to clear her vision enough to see into his.&nbsp; "Thanks...no one has ever said that before," she said.<br><br>She rubbed her nose against his and said, "Thank you for that...series...god.&nbsp; I don't even know how many times I just came.&nbsp; It seemed like hundreds."&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced over his shoulder and said, "I thought I saw someone over that direction a bit ago...but I'm not really sure.&nbsp; &nbsp;What was weird is that I didn't care.&nbsp; If there had been someone who had walked right up to us, at that moment I would not have cared."&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked away, slightly embarrassed.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 19:22:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smilled a little bit and pulled out slowly, and started to undo her bounds, he put his cock away only after he got her free so that she could redress herself. He continued to undoo the knots in the ropes, as he started to put the ropes back into there bag. He grabbed her arm once he was all packed up and kissed her back on the lips&nbsp; "In the mood for anything in partcular now sexy?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 20:11:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She kissed him back eagerly and then smiled awkwardly, "Actually, I really need to pee."&nbsp; She looked around for the trail that would lead them back to the bathroom.&nbsp; She couldn't see anyone else at all and assumed the movement she'd seen earlier had been in her head.&nbsp; She'd just experienced one of the most intense sexual encounters of her life, she wasn't going to second guess it now.<br><br>"And then...we can go back to my house as I promised," she added.&nbsp; "After that...well, I'd say it's fair game.&nbsp; Hey...what was the text I got a little while ago?"&nbsp; She assumed he would have said something if it had been important or urgent.&nbsp; But now that she wasn't dying for an orgasm her mind turned easily back toward the practical.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prefect Mos</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 22:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'we might stay and play a wile ' looking at her again, he finished cleaning up the sight and getting her completely untied, grabbing her hand he took her on the trail to were the bathrooms were, he thought about a humiliation experiment, but not just than.&nbsp; As they walked to the bathrooms there were a few teenagers ,&nbsp; looking and whispering&nbsp; amongst themselves, smiling as there watching her. Before going into the Bathroom, He hands her by far the skimpiest bikini that shes ever scene, it wouldn't even cover all her aerola , and the bottom was only strings, Her lips would straddle it, and be parted by it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pool (Prefect Mos, Cecilia) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 20:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate took the skimpy thing between two fingers and held it up between their faces.&nbsp; Raising an eyebrow at Tom and smiling she said, "Sure...why not..."&nbsp; She shook her head as she headed into the bathroom.&nbsp; She tried to remember the last time she'd had a chance to pee and decided it had to have been before leaving for the big show.&nbsp; She relieved herself and managed to wash up so that Tom's come wouldn't just drip down her legs.&nbsp; That bikini wouldn't be doing any amount of absorption.<br><br>She managed to perch the smallest triangles over her areolae, but it didn't seem like they'd stay there for long if she moved at all.&nbsp; She slipped the strings over her bottom section and had a fleeting thought of leaving.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was intrigued, though, by what Tom wanted to do next and she had made a promise to him.&nbsp; She looked at herself in the mirror and decided that she looked more like a slut than she'd ever looked in her life.&nbsp; People who knew her would probably not recognize her simply by the clothing--or lack of clothing--she was wearing.&nbsp; She simply did not dress like this in private with her husband let alone in a public space like this.&nbsp; She was, however, excited and ready for more by the time she stepped out of the bathroom.&nbsp; She knew she looked a little ridiculous in the nearly naked slutsuit and her hiking boots, but she was not going to walk around in a public restroom with bear feet.
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