Everything I do (brede4me & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 03:25:23</strong>
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				The first time she'd met him, he'd come into her branch of the bank to transfer his corporate account to this bank. The sound of his voice was so captivating she'd almost messed up the paperwork, but managed to regain her composure well enough. By the time he'd left, she knew she had to see him again.<br><br>She took his file home with her and read it not once but several times, eventually she'd come to memorize everything about him. His address, his date of birth, his social security number, all the information on his business. It wasn't exactly ethical for her to look at this information in any capacity other than servicing his account, but for him, there would be an exception.<br><br>That was three months ago and Trisha had become infatuated, so when her bank was opening a satellite branch in the building across the street, taking over the first floor of the call center building, she'd cheerfully volunteered to be transferred. Now she would be able to see Mike every day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 16:13:47</strong>
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				Mike left his office, and on his way to the car park looked across to see the development of the new offices.<br>"That could be handy" he thought. "Maybe I can have my business banking transferred there instead of having to travel across town."<br>He decided to go in and enquire. He crossed the road and entered the branch, stopping at the desk and, in response to his enquiry giving his business details to the girl behind the desk.<br>He looked absent mindedly around, taking in the plush new surroundings 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 19:56:12</strong>
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				Trisha was just coming back from her lunch break when she saw him standing there, at first she thought it was merely a dream, but it wasn't. She watched as Michelle filled out the paperwork and spoke with him, casually talking and laughing. When they finished they shook hands, but it was warmer than that, it was almost inappropriate she thought, not that she blamed Mike of course, but Michelle was another matter entirely. <br><br>When he left, she looked through the file, he was doing well for himself she mused, his business accounts had almost tripled since he first took out the accounts. She was so pleased for him, that night on her way home from work she stopped by a local florist and had a congratulations bouquet sent to him at work, the card simply read "well done"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 14:39:54</strong>
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				The following morning Mike was buzzed by his secretary.<br>"There's a delivery for you Mr. Halloran", she said in an amused voice. She was quite familiar with him, and they often teased and flirted although nothing more.<br>Mike came through to see Tammy holding a bunch of flowers and inspecting a message card.<br>"Well, Mr Halloran," she taunted, as she usually addressed him as Mike or Mr. H."Whatever you were up to last night, you must have done a great job." She raised her eyebrows and laughed.<br>"Give me those" laughed Mike, and tool the flowers and read the note. He was totally bemused.<br>The flowers were delivered to him with his name, the note was written in a woman's hand.<br>"I've no idea who these are from Tammy" he replied baffled.<br>"Do you think someone in the office is playing a private joke?"<br>"I think not Mr. H." Tammy retorted."You don't pay well enough for that!" which was another tease, as he did in fact pay his staff quite generously, knowing that he got it back in spades, as they worked hard for him.<br>Mike scratched his head. "No idea, Tammy. Well, do we have a vase to put the flowers in - put them in your office - the pretty blue flowers match your eyes." he flirted.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 21:22:57</strong>
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				The only thing that spoiled her mood, was that she couldn't be there to see his face when he got her flowers. She made it through the morning focusing on her work, but by the time lunch had come and gone, she couldn't wait any longer, she had to know if he'd liked them or not. Since she couldn't go right to his office and ask him, she pulled up his file on her computer, another copy of it had been sent to her home computer, and pulled up his contact information.<br><br>She couldn't call him, that would be rude to bother him at work, so Trisha decided on opening up a free email account. The good part about those were they were virtually untraceable. You could open it up with a false name and information. She had three email addresses on file for him, one for the office that she had found on his companies website, and two that he'd put on his application, one was for his office the other personal. <br><br><em>Did you like the flowers?</em><br><br>She didn't sign it or give her name, just a quick email so she would know how he felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 22:01:43</strong>
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				Sometime later, working on his laptop Mike saw the pop up indicating new mail, and pulled it up.<br>He did not recognise the sender, but the message kind of puzzled and freaked him.<br><br>He replied to the e-mail, perhaps thining he should bin it and ignore it, but becoming curious.<br><br>"The flowers - yes. The anonymity no. Do we know each other?<br>Tell me what is 'well done' and deserved the bouquet. <br>Thank you in anticipation of knowing who you are, and why you are contacting me.<br>He signed ... Regards Mike, and hit send.<br><br>With that done, he absorbed himself in running his business and put the whole incident to the back of his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 23:31:21</strong>
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				Mike's email back to her filled her with a sense of joy she hadn't experienced before. She printed out a copy of it and put it in the drawer in her bedside table. On top of the small table was a framed picture of Mike. It wasn't a great photo, but drivers license pictures never were. She'd had it blown up to fit the silver frame she'd bought. The shirt he'd worn in the picture, she knew he wore it for her. Green was her favorite color, and the shirt was green, she knew it was a sign.<br><br>The next morning she'd followed him to the gas station so she could have a look before work. She'd taken to getting up an hour earlier so she could follow him to work each day and see what he was wearing for her. She blended in rather well with the other people inside as he was on line to pay for some snack or another he'd bought. She frowned when she saw it, it was hardly healthy.<br><br>An hour before lunchtime Trisha made her way over to one of the restaurants in the area, she got lunch for herself and ordered a salad to be delivered to Mike at his office. If he couldn't be trusted to eat healthy, she'd have to take a more active role, she cared far too much about him to allow him to let himself go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 00:24:49</strong>
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				Tammy knocked on his door around one oclock and breezed in.<br>"Your lunch, Mr. H" she said coquettishly.<br>Mike looked at the salad and shook his head.<br>"Tammy, what is this, rabbit food? You know I like a deli sandwich and some crisps and relish on the side."<br>Tammy smiled "Special delivery ..... maybe from your mystery admirer - thinking about your waistline.... Or whatever." she winked.<br>Tammy has always thought Mike hot and desirable, and a thoroughly nice guy. He was also a great boss to work for, but she knew where to draw the line. It worked for both of them. <br>Mike looked up from his work.<br>"What mystery admirer?" he said.<br>"Maybe the one who sent you the flowers? she posed, as Mike suddenly also remembered the e-mail.<br>"Well, you had the flowers - you can have the salad too - I know you like it. Then send out for my usual lunch Tam. OK?"<br>His secretary nodded her understanding and left him alone. he pondered the events unfolding before him and realised that maybe someone was taking an unnatural interest in him. But it was innocuous and there was nothing really sinister in it. He could even think of one or two work colleagues and associates in other companies who could be playing a practical joke on him.<br>He shrugged, dismissed it again, and carried on with his work. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 02:38:03</strong>
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				Trisha checked her email every day for rest of the week, and each time she was disappointed and hurt. She didn't expect much, but a simple thank you would have sufficed. She was interested in his health, that meant something. She wanted him to live a long life, and caring about how he ate should merit at the very least a thank you note. It was only polite. <br><br>It occurred to at the start of the next week that the woman who worked in his office, Tammy she heard him call her when they'd been in the bank together, since the lunch was delivered to the office, she may have taken credit for it. That bitch! Well Trisha was not about to let her hone in on what she perceived as her territory. <br><br>What was she getting so bent out of shape for, it was one salad, obviously one salad wouldn't change his entire lifestyle. She went on line that afternoon and looked up healthcare equipment and settled on a nice little stair stepper that was perfect for the office. She had access to all of his accounts and ordered one, though she had the work order filled out in his secretary's name. It would be delivered in two days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 03:11:01</strong>
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				Mike had all but forgotten the events of the previous week, when Tammy buzzed him.<br>"Mike can you come through here a minute, if you have time" she said. <br>Mike wondered what was up. She called him Mike - she did that at times and it sent a signal to him, she was worried about something he could help with, and she also sounded a little upset.<br>He went through to the outer office where she intercepted for him and worked.<br>There was a large package against one wall, partially opened, and Tammy held a dispatch note in her hand.<br>I can't understand this Mike" she blurted out."This has just arrived" she waved the dispatch note at him.<br>"It is a stepping machine, ordered and paid through our company account, and ordered in my name .....but, Mike. I didn't order it, honestly I didn't!" she said, her voice rising plaintively.<br>"The thing is, if I didn't, then who did? No-one else has access to that account apart from you. You wouldn't order a stepper ad put my name on the requisition would you -did you - no - you wouldnt." she finished. She looked upset and about to cry.<br>Mike put his arm around her and led her to a chair, and when seated poured them both a coffee from the pot he always had her keep.<br>"Hey Tam, don't get upset. I'd say I ordered it to pacify you, but you wouldn't buy that, you know I wouldn't waste company money on such things. I alsoIn know if you say you didn't order it - then you didn't."<br>He spoke clearly leaving her in absolutely no doubt that he believed her implicitly. She seemed to cheer up a little at that.<br>"The question is who did? Who has access to this account -just you and me - he answered his own question. Right we will soon get this sorted out. Ring the bank and ask them to get the manager or someone to ring me. They must know something about access to this account, and where it was authorised. <br>In the meantime -don't worry. We can send the thing back where it came from and get a refund.<br>He waited until Tam was back to normal then went back into his office and, still pondering, was unable to resume his work as he waited for a call back from the bank.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 04:42:16</strong>
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				She'd gotten the message that afternoon that there was a problem with the Halloran account. Going through the motions of pulling up the account on the computer and checking in to the supposedly fraudlent charges. When she called over to his office she was told that he was on another line and put through to his voice mail.<br><br>"Mr. Halloran, this is Patricia Ballard at First Century Bank. I've looked into the charge on your account, all I can find is that the transaction was processed through the vendors system, which usually means the charge was called in. Right now I can only see that yourself and your assistant are the only ones authorized to make charges to this account. I can provide you with full print outs of your transactions should you require them to solve this matter, please let me know if I can be of any further assistance"<br><br>She was pleased that she'd gotten his machine, she was so nervous throughout the message that her palms were sweating. Trisha however was pleased that perhaps she'd put a bit of doubt in his eyes towards the other woman. Now she could go back to focusing on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 02:21:21</strong>
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				Mike listened to his voice mail, pondered the message, and buzzed Tam in.<br>"Listen to this Tammy" he asked, and watched as she absorbed the message.<br>"I'm sure you didn't order it, I know I didn't either. The only explanation is that someone else has access to this account. Who and where Tam? Who and where?" <br><br>Tammy enjoined "Well not here Mike, no-one can access it without the correct authority, and the only two computers here running the bank's interface software are yours and mine. I checked my computer log. That file was not accessed at the time the order was placed. Can I run a quick check on yours?"<br><br>Mike nodded and after a few keystrokes on his computer Tam shook her head.<br>"Neither of us is losing their marbles. It must have happened at the bank!"<br><br>"OK" said Mike, "Call that Patricia Ballard. Have her come over here to discuss the matter. Today if possible. Let's clear it up one way or another."<br><br>Tammy nodded and left to make the call to the bank.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 17:19:06</strong>
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				Trisha took the call from Tammy and assured her that they were looking in to the matter, and while it was highly unusual for the bank manager or assistant manager to visit someone in their place of business, she'd head over there after lunch since she was just across the street.<br><br>Her heart was racing faster than it ever had before. She was going to get to speak to him directly, face to face, of course, she had to keep a calm and cool demeanor, be completely professional.<br><br>When she arrived at his office, she had his file, a notice that stated the banks system had been hacked and they would be putting an extra security block on his account. She was covered from all angles this way and she could move forward, they could all move forward. Her heart was soaring when she was led into his office and saw that he'd worn a dark green tie, he did that for her, she knew it. So thoughtful, how could she have doubted he'd waste time with that floozy of a secretary? She should have known better.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 20:36:14</strong>
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				"Hello, .. Ms Ballard wasn't it?" Mike started. "Thank you for coming over at such short notice," He smiled, and spoke to her directly looking her in the eye, a manner which had become second nature to him, for he found it added sincerity and the eye contact made the recipient listen and respond.<br><br>"I find this incident quite worrying." he continued. "The order was placed apparently - as the goods arrived, but the order emphatically did not originate from here. Do you have any possible explanation for what might have happened?" <br><br>He raised his eyebrows in query, but still retained a slight, disarming smile as he looked at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 21:35:43</strong>
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				She sat down and pulled his file from her bag, taking out a few sheets. The paperwork was good for her to focus on so she could collect her thoughts. <br><br>"I understand how distressing this is and let me assure you we're doing everything we can to rectify the situation. Our main servers were hacked into, yours was not the only account that suffered a loss like this, though the funds have been redeposited back into your account"<br><br>It was the first time she was dealing with him directly and she was certain her heart was going to pound through her chest. How was she expected to talk business just then? <br><br>"I assure you extra security measures are being put in place and I don't see a repeat of this happening"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 22:22:58</strong>
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				"How strange, Ms Ballard, that some unknown persons had control of my account, yet only sought to order a low budget item that they even had delivered to my company. I cannot see any possible gain for anyone! Unless they want me to trim up!" he laughed.<br>He parted his shirt and pretended to inspect his abs. "Maybe, maybe not." he laughed again, waving his hand in a balancing motion.<br>"I guess I am impressed with the speed the banks has sorted this out, and the personal service I have received."<br>He nodded at Ms/ Ballard. "Not bad" he thought."Maybe a little intense, but nice body, and quite pretty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 01:34:13</strong>
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				"It is strange, but the other accounts that were broken into had much of the same, so we are certain it was all from the same hack. As I've said, we've restored the funds and we have added some extra security measures on the accounts as well, I wont bore you with the technical details of it. I do hope this hasn't made you lose confidence in First Century, I assure you the problem has been resolved"<br><br>Trisha had to put her hand on her knee to stop it from bouncing, her nerves were starting to get to her and she felt the composure she'd worked so hard at slipping. She looked at her watch hoping that he didn't have a ton of questions for her, she needed to get back to work and she needed to leave this office. Why was he making her so nervous? Did he find it amusing to put her on the spot like this? Why was he being so cruel when she'd gone out of her way for him!<br><br>"Unless you have any questions Mr. Halloran, I really do need to get back to the branch"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 10:46:21</strong>
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				"Of course Ms Ballard" Mike replied."You must be extremely busy, if you are giving all your clients the personal treatment like his. Thank you anyway.<br>I&nbsp; would have expected my personal account manager to deal with this. I take it your intervention here is on a one off basis only?"<br><br>He smiled and his eyes never left her as he spoke. He seemed relaxed, in control. <br><br>He thought he could detect a nervousness on her part, but wasn't sure why, or if he was misreading the signs.<br><br>He looked at the thermostat on the wall. No too warm in here, so why had she a sheen of sweat on her forehead. Maybe he was imagining things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 17:48:24</strong>
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				"As a rule no, we generally do not pay office visits for this type of situation, however you are right across the street from the bank, so it wasn't a hardship and if I was able to put your mind at ease, it was worth it"<br><br>She finished packing up the file and stood. If only she had been able to take a few pictures of him with her phone during this little meeting she could put a few more up in her room. <br><br>"It was a pleasure meeting, if you need anything, you have my number"<br><br>As she walked out and through the reception area, she didn't spare a glance for his assistant. The woman now knew that she needed to keep her hands to herself if she knew what was good for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 19:46:34</strong>
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				"So what did you think of that Tam?" Mike had called Tam in after Ms Ballard left, and was puzzling about several things.<br>"I don't trust that woman!" Sam retorted."There is something I can't quite explain about her -she treated me like a piece of dirt under her shoe, almost as if .. well, no it couldn't be.." she tailed off.<br>"Almost like what?" Mike pressed.<br>"Oh, nothing! I was going to say almost as if she was jealous of me, but there is no reason for her to be. Jealous of me I mean. She must have a much better job, more highly paid. Maybe she is jealous of the scenery in here." she looked at Mike, raised her eyes and laughed.<br>Mike loved Tam's sense of humour.<br>"Behave you minx! or I'll have you over my knee again!" he joked back.<br>"I just don't get it!" he said more seriously. "Hackers don't gain access to accounts and then advertise their presence by sending out mystery gifts from the accounts they have access to. It's weird! But, as long as it's cleared up now, no harm's done."<br>He scratched his head and looked at his desk.<br>"I'm miles behind with this report Tammy. Hold all my calls for the rest of the day. Order a takeaway for me when you leave please, I'll be burning the midnight oil tonight if I'm not mistaken.<br>You know - from the cholesterol and calories menu!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 21:22:35</strong>
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				Trisha took the next day off of work as a personal day, still a bit shaken from the meeting with Mike. She wondered how long it would be before he realized how much he needed her, how right they were for each other. She knew that he had worked far too late the night before, as she drove past his house a few times and his car wasn't in the driveway until very late, and only then was she able to get some rest herself, knowing that he was safe and tucked in. <br><br>By the time she'd gotten home and ready to sleep herself, she was too wide awake. Instead she fired up her laptop and opened the newly created mail account she'd set up and sent him a message.<br><br><em>You really need to get more rest, getting home after 2:00am just isn't acceptable!</em><br><br>Another hour or so, and she was able to fall asleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 22:40:51</strong>
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				The next day at work Mike was checking his e-mail and came across Trisha's message. He scanned it quickly, then re-read it slowly, several times, as its significance sunk in to his mind. Then he checked back - looked at the previous e-mail he had received from the anonymous account, and started to worry.<br>Somebody was watching him. Somebody knew his routine. Someone had sent him flowers with a note 'Well done', and then sent him an e-mail on this account asking him about the flowers. <br>Mike tried to think of any other unusual occurences during the last few days ....<br>The salad! Tam said something, some wise crack ...'mystery admirer'.<br>He began to wonder, and then it hit him.<br>The stepper! It fitted ... mystery admirer -flowers, salad, stepper, get some sleep.<br>He called the bank.<br>"Mike Halloran here, could I speak with Patricia Ballard please?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 16:22:33</strong>
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				"I'm sorry Mr. Halloran, Ms. Ballard is out sick today, but I'll leave word that you called"<br><br>Trisha spent her day off doing a few things around the house. She'd printed off the picture Mike had of himself from his website and put it in a frame on her bedside table beside the other one she had. Eventually she planned to fill all the dressers with pictures of him, and hopefully pictures of him with her. <br><br>She checked her email several times throughout the morning to see if he'd written her back and was acutely disappointed that he hadn't. The more she thought about it, she realized it was starting to make her a bit angry, here she was, concerned about his health, watching out for him, and he couldn't muster up a simply reply to her email? How could he be so ungrateful? Around noon she decided to send him another email to express her displeasure.<br><br><em>"Its considered good manners to thank someone for caring about your well being, as I've done"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 16:48:50</strong>
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				Mike read the e-mail, and considered his reply.<br><br>"In my world, it is considered good manners to introduce yourself, and not to play anonymous mind games.<br>If do you care about my well being, then identify yourself, or, if you cannot, then leave me in peace!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 19:06:49</strong>
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				<em>"All things in good time my love, all things in good time"</em><br><br>She closed up her computer and thought for a while on his email. These were hardly anonymous mind games, he had no idea what mind games were, but if his attitude didn't change soon, he would. <br><br>Going through the file she'd put together on him, she checked what his routine would be for the next day or two. She had a good amount of sick time stored up so if she took a day or two off of work, she wouldn't be missed too much.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 21:12:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike didn't bother to wait for a reply, as he guessed none would be forthcoming. <br>However, the idea of a secret admirer concerned him a little. Sure he was a man and could take care of himself. Maybe he ought even to be flattered.<br><br>However, he looked at it though, it was on his mind. He found himself checking his rear view mirror in the car, and looking at reflections in shop windows. He smiled to himself. "This is getting like some low budget movie!" he thought to himself and smiled. <br><br>But again, the more he considered the facts, the more he was sure the bank was connected to all this somehow.<br>The following morning he rang the bank again, and asked to speak to his account manager.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 15:42:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The message that Trisha got from the bank was disturbing at best. Apparently Mr. Halloran had been making some inquiries as to the hack on his account. As she was the assistant branch manager, few people would question the notes she'd left on the account itself and his account manager had apparently assured him that if there was an issue, it was being handled. <br><br>He didn't trust her word? She'd made a special trip to the bank just for him, and this was the thanks she got? Obviously he wasn't taking her love and devotion to him seriously, and that hurt her more than anything else he could have done or implied. Why was he sending her such mixed messages? First he wears her favorite color just for her, and then he turns around and questions her methods, why would he do this? She knew she'd have to do something now to get his attention again, as she was thinking of her options, she shot him off a quick email from the private account.<br><br><em>"Everything I do, remember its for you, and your own good"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 17:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike checked his e-mail, and found the latest message from his secret admirer.<br>He was mildly irritated, but nothing more, although the content of the message was, he thought, a little dark, a little sinister, as though it was some sort of guarded warning.<br>As he didn't know who this person was however, except having a sneaking feeling it was something to do with the bank, there was little he could do about it.<br><br>He decided however to try a reply.<br><br>"Hi", he wrote back."I don't know you, although you obviously know me. If you tell me what you want from me, then I may be able to oblige. Maybe, maybe not, but if you don't ask you'll never know!"He hit send, and wondered if he had done the right thing, although there was no 'right thing' in matters such as these he realised. <br><br>He was in virgin territory with this situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 16:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>He doesn't know me? </em> she thought, everything she'd been doing for him, all the love and attention she'd given him and now he was going to pretend she didn't exist? She replied to the email, her fingers banging loudly on the keys, glad that she was home on a sick day rather than having to face people when she was slapped in the face like this.<br><em><br>"What I want from you is the respect and love that I have shown you. I know you feel the same way Mike, I wont let your fears of commitment take you from me!"</em><br><br>She was still furious as she laid back in her bed and looked at the picture of him on her bedside table. She took it down and looking at it, she realized he was trying to shatter her heart, and she couldn't, she wouldn't allow that. Trisha took the frame with her to her home office, picked up a letter opener and smashed the frame stabbing the picture of him where his heart would be. <br><br>Later that day she had a small box contain that picture messengered to his office.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 17:34:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike was sitting in his office when the post came, and Tam brought it in.<br>"Parcel for you today Mike, signed 'personal'"<br>Mike opened the parcel, and sat back as pieces of broken glass fell out, along with the picture."<br>"Whoah" he said, and jumped back. He looked at the picture, shook his head and looked at Samantha.<br>"What the hell!" he said, and suddenly thinking, logged on to his e-mail account and checked, finding Trisha's e-mail to him.<br><em>"What I want from you is the respect and love that I have shown you.I know you feel the same way Mike, I wont let your fears of commitmenttake you from me!"</em><br><br>He showed it to Tam. "What the hell is that all about! Can you explain it? Look, I know a woman has ... the hots for me , let's say. She sends me flowers - yes, I think that was hers, lunch, a stepper, e-mails. I send her an e-mail back and POW! What did I do wrong!"<br><br>"Just exactly what did you send her?" asked Tam suspiciously.<br><br>"Well just .." he showed her the e-mail he had sent and shrugged his shoulders looking at her perplexed. "that!"<br><br>"Well you have made her angry - you are taking her for granted, and not even trying to see where she is coming from. She thinks she is doing all these things for you, and you are rejecting her. To tell you the truth mike, she sounds like a complete loon! But I would be careful if I were you."<br><br>"What am I to do then? Call the cops? tell them I am being pursued by a mad woman who send me flowers and salad! Forget it. No. I have a better idea!"<br><br>He loaded his email and replied.<br><br>"Dear admirer,<br>I have to call you that because I don't know your name.<br>Listen it upsets me that you are annoyed with me, and I don't want you to be annoyed.<br>Is there any chance you would let me buy dinner for you one evening, so I can apologise in person, and maybe we can spend some time getting to know one another."<br>He hit send.<br>Tam looked at him. "Are you completely nuts! She is a loon! She could carry a gun or a knife and kill you! Mike what ever you do, don't agree to meet her!"<br>Mike looked back and smiled. "Well, I have suggested it, and if she agrees, then I will. To be honest I'm a little intriqued by her. I want to know who she is. So let's see!"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 20:47:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After she'd sent out her package, Trisha found that her temper was still flaring a bit. She pulled out the file she had on Mike, the background check she'd run on him through the banks human resources department and found the name of his mother. She found four different listings for a Joanne Halloran and she got lucky on the third call.<br><br>"Is this Mrs. Halloran?"<br><br>"Yes, may I help you?"<br><br>"Is this the Mrs. Halloran who has a son named Mike?"<br><br>"Is something wrong? Is Mike okay?"<br><br>The woman sounded alarmed when she brought up her son, Trisha figured she'd yet to learn to cut the cord. If she'd been a better mother, than Mike would know how to treat women better than he was treating her.<br><br>"No, Mike is not okay. He's cold and callous and thinks nothing of hurting women, is that how you raised him? You should be ashamed of yourself!"<br><br>She slammed the phone down and went to take a shower, she needed to calm down, not noticing that a new email had come through.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike wondered if the e-mail he had sent had done the trick, as she, whoever she was, had stopped whatever web she was weaving, for the moment at least.<br>When Mike's mother rang and asked if everything was OK, he answered in the affirmative and chatted on about mostly nothing, as he did every week when they spoke.<br><br>Then she asked if he had recently split with a girlfriend acrimoniously maybe, or had a female employee who he had let go.<br><br>"No, nothing like that - why?" He suddenly had a thought - a very bad thought. "Mother, has a woman rung you and talked about me?" When his mother admitted that was the case, he pumped her and got the full story from her. "Mother, it is nothing like you think. Don't worry, it is just some girl who has a crush on me and is a little loony." Whilst his mother was naturally skeptical, Mike smooth talked her round, and she soon saw the incident in a different perspective.<br><br>"Bitch!" he said out loud. This was going too far. He googled internet detective services, found a company with the range of services he required, and rang them.<br>After telling them about the anonymous e-mail he said he wanted to know who sent them. They agreed to put some tracer software on his computer to see where the e-mail originated from, and duly came out and did it the same day, after Mike agreed generous terms.<br><br>He figuratively then sat back and waited. He knew she would e-mail him again. He was counting on it!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 07:20:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Dear admirer,<br>I have to call you that because I don't know your name.<br>Listen it upsets me that you are annoyed with me, and I don't want you to be annoyed.<br>Is there any chance you would let me buy dinner for you one evening, so I can apologise in person, and maybe we can spend some time getting to know one another."</em><br><br>Trisha read the email over and over again, looking for the angle. She was still angry with Mike for treating her as he did, forcing her to do things like call his mother. He should be grateful that he had someone like her in his life, not condescending like this. He didn't want to buy her dinner, she knew what would happen, he'd set a date and then stand her up. She couldn't allow that to happen, they would meet, but it would be when she was ready.<br><br><em>Mike,<br><br>If you dint wish me to be annoyed, than stop annoying me. I find its hard at best to stay mad at you and so I have decided to forgive you for being so careless with my feelings. I refuse to allow a small misunderstanding to get between us.<br><br>I will be in touch soon</em><br><br>She closed her laptop again, feeling a good deal better about the entire situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 16:49:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike read the e-mail reply.<br><br>Clearly the sender was very brittle emotionally.<br><br>He had no idea why he had annoyed her, or what the misunderstandings were, but the whole episode was beginning to pierce his veneer of civilized behaviour and to rub the edges of the side of his personality he kept deeply hidden, which was not nearly so forgiving or loving and was far more primeval.<br><br>He though a little, then sent back:<br><br><em>"Dear Admirer,</em><em>If I have inadvertently annoyed you and upset you I apologise.I am not trying to be careless with you feelings, but if you truly care about mine, as you say you do, and which I believe, then please unveil yourself, so that I can apologise in person.To that day ...Mike" <br></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 18:10:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That night after she'd read his email a few dozen times, she decided maybe he needed something of her to hang on to. He asked that she unveil herself, who was she to deny her love what he asked for? She went to her closet and pulled out a box that was stuck all the way in the back. It held an outfit she had bought just for Mike, and now it was time for him to see her in it.<br><br>She took a long bath filled with scented bubbles, while he wouldn't see more than a picture, she needed to feel special for it. Trisha rubbed lotion into her skin when she got out before she slid the black stockings up over her legs up to her thighs and attached the garters. The lace lingerie she slipped into next covered much but left little to the imagination. <br><br>The camera was adjusted so that the picture snapped from her neck down. The next morning she had it delivered to his office with a dozen roses, the note reading "Soon"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 19:11:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tam bought in the flowers and message with a wide grin on her face.<br>"Message for you Mr Halloran, Sir!" she chimed, and curtseyed as she gave them to him.<br><br>Mike looked at the photo and the message.<br><br>"Wow!" he said. "Well, if the rest of her is like that, then she's forgiven!"<br><br>"Chauvinist pig!" laughed Tammy. "What's that old saying - the way to a man's heart is through his ... pants was it? So this is the mystery admirer is it? She looks foxy from the neck down. It think you ought to be worried what's between her ears though!"<br><br>"What do you mean Tam?" asked Mike. "because she's attracted to me?" he laughed.<br><br>"No, because she's barking Mike, and don;t you forget it, even if your balls are telling you otherwise."<br><br>"Don't worry, Tam. It's all in hand!"<br><br>Tam watched as he sent another email.<br><br><em>"Dear Admirer,</em><em>Now we are both at it, because I could not fail to admire your photo!Thanks for the roses too. You have me at a disadvantage. Perhaps I can change things a little.Tonight I will be in Delmonico's Italian Restaurant at 8.There will be flowers for you on the table, and champagne on ice.I will be there. It is up to you of course if you decide to come or not, but I will be there. I'd love you to join me, with a lovely dress over what you are wearing on the photo. I cannot wait. I do you hope we will meet tonight at last ...your Mikexxxx<br><br>Mike hit send and wondered if he had done the right thing, or whether he had just swum out of his depth.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 22:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At seven thirty that night, Trisha and her cousin Peter were seated at a table at Delmonico's. She hadn't seen him in months, and this way she would be able to keep an eye out on Mike, see if he had planned to be there or stand her up. <br><br>She had been seated only two tables away from the one that had flowers sitting on top and a bucket of ice with champagne in it, in a stand by the table. The conversation with her cousin was dull at best, really she had little in common with him, but she certainly couldn't have shown up to the restaurant alone now could she? <br><br>"You know Trish, everyone been a bit worried about you, no one had heard from you in months now, are you sure you're okay?"<br><br>"I've just been busy, work and all"<br><br>"Are you seeing anyone?"<br><br>"Sort of, I think...I'm, its too early to tell"<br><br>All her thoughts went out of her head when she saw Mike walk in. She hadn't thought it was possible for him to look more handsome, but just then, he'd proven her wrong. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 23:22:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike walked in, talked to the maitre'd and sat down at the table. He was smartly, yet casually dressed, and he carried a small gift wrapped package.<br>It was around 7.45. He was early. He sat, and ordered a drink.<br>He looked around him, and toward the entrance.<br>"Well, I've tried my best, and I've been stood up -first time ever." he thought, around 8.30<br>He called over the waiter.<br>"Guess I'm a sad loner tonight" he joked. "I'll start with the garlic shrimp, and then go on for a steak, medium well - the best in the house. I'll take that with ranch salad and fries. Open the champagne while you're here." he said.<br>He settled down to a solitary meal, but promised himself a visit to the bar to shoot some pool later.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 00:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Trisha excused herself to the ladies room, she wrote out a quick note for Mike. <br><br>"I've never seen you look as handsome as you do tonight, I've taken the liberty of ordering you a fruit plate for desert as you've chosen such a heavy meal. Tonight was perfect"<br><br>She gave the note to a waitress along with a hefty tip of she would refuse to tell him who gave her the note, rather telling the girl that should he ask, the woman who gave it to him had already left. She sat back down at the table with her cousin to finish their meal, but her glance every so often kept going over to Mike. He'd gone to some trouble to look good tonight, and she wondered how his arms would feel around her, how his lips would feel against hers.<br><br>"Trisha, are you listening to me?"<br><br>"What? oh sorry, I....have a lot on mind lately, what were you saying?"<br><br>Her attention was lost again as she saw the waitress approach Mikes table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 11:25:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike read the note the waitress handed him.<br><br><em>"I've never seen you look as handsome as you do tonight, I've taken theliberty of ordering you a fruit plate for desert as you've chosen sucha heavy meal. Tonight was perfect"</em><br><br>"She must be here", he thought, and looked around, trying to see if anyone was watching him.<br><br>He couldn't see anyone watching him, but he did see the woman from the bank - Patricia .. Ballard, that was her.<br>He looked at her until he caught her eye, then smiled and nodded at her. She was with a guy, Mike noticed. "Pity" he thought. "There might have been a consolation prize there."<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 16:40:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he'd caught her eye she smiled back and nodded to him, though her cheeks started to burn red, did he know it was her? If he didn't know it was her, why was he looking at her then? Was he going to make a move to someone else? No, he wouldn't, he couldn't.<br><br>Her cousin tried to get her attention back, but she was too lost in her own thoughts, in her own mind just then. She had too many things rolling around in her mind, where she normally had such a tight grip on keeping herself together, she could feel it slipping away.<br><br>More than once they made eye contact, was he staring at her for some reason? She needed to leave the restaurant, she tried to hurry her cousin along. She didn't wait for him to finish eating before she asked for the check, and before that even came, she felt too flushed to sit there, so feigning a migraine, she got up from the table and left her cousin there alone to finish his night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 22:14:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just as she was about to leave the restaurant Mike caught up with her, and took her arm to prevent her leaving.<br>"It's Patricia -Patricia Ballard from the bank isn't it? Mike Halloran. You remember?"<br><br>Mike smiled at her and waited to see if she remembered him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 02:00:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart lept up in to her throat when she felt someone grab her arm, and that feeling did anything but dissipate when she saw that it was Mike. She had to tell herself over and over again to breath, relax and breath.<br><br>"Mr. Halloran, yes of course I remember you, small world isn't it?"<br><br>She glanced over at her cousin who was busy paying the check and getting the food wrapped up to go. Her composure was all but lost and Trisha found herself in the middle of a panic attack. It had taken her an hour to prepare to talk to Mike when she went to visit him in his office, being caught off guard like this, it wasn't the plan.<br><br>"Well if.....if....if you'll excuse me...enjoy your evening"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 10:51:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike held her arm as she tried to leave and spoke to her.<br><br>"Hey, don't rush off. I've been ..er .. let down tonight, and am on my own with a bottle of champagne to drink.<br><br>Please join me. The good name of the bank may depend upon it" he joked.<br><br>He put on his irresistible smile (well he thought it worked mostly anyway!)<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 14:43:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I'd love to stay, but I'm here with someone and we do need to get going, but it was good to see you again"<br><br>Trisha gently freed her arm from his hand and headed out the door, her cousin following shortly behind. If she had stayed in there another moment she would have had a complete breakdown, as it was it took her the better part of an hour to calm down fully, and it would be morning before she realized her little digital day planner was gone.<br><br>"Excuse me sir, was that woman here with you? She left this at the table"<br><br>A waitress had come across it and saw Trisha and Mike speaking, figuring he could get it back to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:32:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike was disappointed when Patricia left. He wasn't used to being spurned. However as he sat there chilling, he was slowly putting two and two together.<br>Then the waitress came across and left her pda with him.<br>He felt a heel, but he couldn't resist switching it on, and found to his delight it wasn't pass word protected.<br>Most of it was innocuous, but the folder named Mike gave it all away.<br>Purchases, emails, replies, his personal account details and access codes. It was all there.<br>Suddenly everything became crystal clear.<br>He looked for and found her cell phone number and rang it. When it answered he spoke:<br>"Hi there again Patricia. You left your pda here at the restaurant, where I was waiting for you on our date.<br>I know you were here, so you didn't stand me up, but, well, I've sent you a taxi, so get in it and get back to my place. I can then return your property. I think it's safer in your hands - don't you?"<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:07:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hung up the phone without answering him, she already knew she'd go, but she felt like her world was spinning around in a circle. She hadn't been home five minutes when the call came in.<br><br>When the taxi pulled up in front of her house and beeped for her, she stepped outside. Outwardly she was the picture of calm, inside she was a bundle of nerves, she hadn't been ready for him to know that it was her, this wasn't the way it was suppose to play out, she had a schedule dammit. <br><br>The driver told her he'd already been paid when she stepped out of the taxi and walked up to his door. No less than five times did she bring her hand to the doorbell before she finally pushed it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike answered the door to her.<br>"Hi Patricia. Won't you come in?<br>I have your pda somewhere around. I guess you'd like it back?"<br>Mike didn't intend to just give it back.<br>He wanted her to earn it - and she would, or her job and career would be on the line, possibly her freedom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:34:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You were kind enough to hold on to my pda for me so it didn't get lost, please call me Trisha. I certainly don't want to keep you from your evening, if I can get it I'll get out of your hair"<br><br>She'd managed to convince herself on the way over that he hadn't looked through the pda, that he didn't know she was the one who had been looking out for him, sending him gifts, falling in love. No, he merely did a nice thing for someone that he knew professionally, that was all. <br><br>Taking a step into the house after he'd opened the door up to allow her entry she took a quick glance around. He had such good taste, had she really thought anything different though? <br><br>"This neighborhood is relatively new if I'm not mistaken, have you been here long?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:37:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A few months. The place just needs a womans touch I sometimes think.<br>Let me get you a drink Trisha"<br>He watched her, with growing sexual excitement at the thought of what he had in store for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:41:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, thank you but as I said, I don't want to keep you from your evening and I really should be getting home myself, its getting late, if I could just get my pda back, I'll see myself out"<br><br>She didn't want to think about him having a woman in here to give it that touch, she didn't want to think of him being with a woman who wasn't her at all. He was hers dammit, why didn't he see that yet? <br><br>By the time she'd had the thought, she was completely calm again, she'd completely put any thought of him knowing her secret out of her mind. He couldn't possibly know, and that's how she intended it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 22:44:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trisha, if you want your pda, the least you will have to do is come in and have a drink!"<br>Mike smiled at her and raised his eyebrows.<br>He wanted that doubt in her mind. Now it was his turn!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 23:13:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well if you insist"<br><br>She followed him further into the house, though the fact that he wouldn't give her the device back so she could leave was a little disconcerting for her. <br><br>"Just water please, I'm really not much of a drinker I'm afraid"<br><br>Trisha decided she'd keep this light and cordial, no need to raise suspicion by being overly jumpy. Be calm she told herself, he doesn't know anything, he couldn't know anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 23:21:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Water?" Mike repeated. "Of course." He brought her a glass, and offered it to her.<br>"Now, about the pda. I have a confession to make!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 02:29:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took the glass of water and drank it down almost as quickly as he'd handed it to her as she felt her throat go dry. <br><br>"I'm not a priest, you don't owe me any confessions, but if I get my pda, I'll get out of your hair"<br><br>Trisha was starting to get a little agitated now, she wanted to leave, she wanted her property back and he was making it difficult. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 23:47:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No Trisha, no priest. My confession is that I read the messages on your pda!"<br>He waited for her reaction. knowing it was a dangerous moment, even though he had the upper hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 03:05:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The water glass he'd handed her shattered in her hand as he said he'd read it. She barely seemed to flinch as glass and water fell around her, all she could do was look him in the eyes, seemingly stunned.&nbsp; He'd read the messages? He'd read all of her emails to him? She knew exactly what was kept in there and she felt the panic welling up inside of her. She had to think, what was she going to say to him now? There had to be something she could say.<br><br>"Mike, I know this looks bad but, there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of i t"<br><br>And as soon as she thought of one, she'd be sure to let him know, in the meantime, he could keep the damn pds, as she started to back out of the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 21:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes" said Mike. "The explanation is that my mystery admirer is you. My stalker is you. The person who e-mailed me is you. The person who fraudulently used my bank account is you. I have all the evidence on your pda. <br>Evidence that could cost you your job, your career, your reputation and livelihood.<br>However, that's just a possible outcome, not inevitable. That depends entirely on you. Trisha -you said I could call you that didn't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:07:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And there it was, the last bit of denial she had hoped to cling to was ripped away from her. He was so calm about it, was it possible that, as she had hoped, he was flattered by her devotion to him? <br><br>"The money was all returned to you, why would you try to ruin me? Everything, it was for you"<br><br>She just stood there at a loss for words. He'd said it was entirely up to her, so the question became, what did he want?<br><br>"And its up to me how?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:28:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trisha, you led me a merry dance .... you know you did.<br>Now, it is your turn. To dance my tune. The only difference - I know you - you know me. No deception there at all.<br>So, here it is.<br>You are free to leave tonight. However, tomorrow you will return, and when you enter my house you will become my bidden servant. You will obey every command I give you. Dress how I tell you. Do what I ask of you.<br>By day you will be Patricia Ballard at the bank.<br>By night, you will be my bidden pet.<br>In return I will keep your secret, otherwise, all bets are off.<br>What do you say Trisha?"<br>He smiled as he talked to at her, admired her, looked her up and down.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:39:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wasn't entirely sure that she understood what he was saying. Did he want her or didn't he? Could he ever love her the way she loved him or couldn't he? Trisha was certain she'd never seen someone speak so calmly saying the type of things he was saying. She wondered if she'd misjudged him.<br><br>Didn't he know that she would do anything for him that he asked if she had the smallest sign that he could love her back. <br><br>"I don't think I understand"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 22:50:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's quite simple. Your payback is to serve me every night. I hope you'll enjoy it, me, us. Your role.<br>Whatever, it is your choice. Yes or no?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 03:16:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's blackmail, I thought you above such things Mike"<br><br>She was shocked really, she never would have guessed he had it in him. He was always so mild mannered, even tempered, cordial. All around he was the epitome of a nice guy, and now he was blackmailing her into being, what had he said? His pet? What did that even mean? <br><br>Trisha knew she wouldn't have very long to find out. He could ruin her now, the game hadn't played the way she'd expected or wanted it, oh she would turn it around alright, he would be hers, she was determined, if that meant she had to play his game, so be it. <br><br>"I don't see as I have a choice though, do I? Yes then"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 14:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike smiled and approached her.<br>"You really are a foxy lady Trisha, intelligent, lovely, great figure. Just my sort of woman.<br>It's going to be a pleasure to get to ... now you properly.<br>You know, I almost asked you out the day you came to my office. If I had maybe all this would not have happened.<br>Or maybe it would. You could have turned me down.<br>Whatever."<br><br>He kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear. "See you tomorrow at 8. Don't be late. As it's Friday you can stay over. No work on Saturday at the bank."<br><br>He winked at her suggestively.<br><br>"Until then", he finished, as he showed her the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 18:18:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha didn't live too far from him so rather than call another cab, she decided to walk home to clear her head and think. About half way back to her place she realized he hadn't given her back her pda. There were a lot of things on there she needed, not just the stuff pertaining to him, she needed it for work dammit, why could he have waited? Why couldn't he have given her the time to make him fall in love with her before he confronted her like this, it wasn't the way it was supposed to have happened. <br><br>Could she really complain though? She would be spending time with him now, not just in her head but actually with him. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her for long, he would fall as in love with her as she was with him.&nbsp; How she was going to get through the next work day, she didn't know, but she had something to look forward to, didn't she?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 01:19:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike went in to work the next day and applied himself to all the routine tasks that need to be done.<br>Around 3, he notified Tam that he was going out, and went to shop for the evening.<br>He bought food to cook, steak and salad, a few bottles of good Merlot, and half a case of Pino Grigio.<br>He also visited a niche outfitters in the town, and bought some items of clothing he wanted Trisha to trial for him.<br>He went home early, made his preparations, showered, changed, and awaited her arrival.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 16:26:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha spent a very unproductive day at work the next day. The lack of concentration had her leaving work early feigning a migraine and spending the rest of the afternoon standing in front of her closet. She had no idea what she should wear. <br><br>Excited, nervous, nauseous, all things that described what she was feeling at the idea of spending time with Mike, but the things he'd said had left her a bit uneasy. She wasn't quite certain if he had been serious or not when he told her what she'd have to do, but she was also certain she'd find out in short order. <br><br>She drove to his house a little before eight, eventually getting out of her car and ringing the bell.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 22:13:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike left Trisha waiting at the door for a minute or two, then opened the door and invited her in.<br>He looked her up and down and complimented her.<br>"Hi Trisha, you look very nice this evening. Welcome."<br>He ushered her into the lounge and explained to her what he wanted.<br>"Your room is first on the left down the hallway. Go there now and get ready. Take off the clothes you are wearing, and put on the uniform hanging up on the back of the door. When you have done that, come back in here and kneel facing away from the door, hands on your head. Kneel just here."<br>He indicated the spot.<br>"I'll see you shortly and explain further then."<br>Mike had left out her maids uniform:<br>(http://www.candyfruit.com/0304/0304-12-01.jpg)<br>complete with collar<br>(http://www.candyfruit.com/0304/0304-13-02.jpg)<br>He thought she would look quite fetching in it<br>(http://www.candyfruit.com/0304/0304-12-02.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp;He wondered what she would feel about it, and hoped it would provoke feelings in her he could feed on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 03:17:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her jaw all but dropped as he told her what he wanted her to do. Kneel with her hands on her head? He couldn't be serious, but one look at him told her he was. He wasn't giving her any vibes that she needed to get out of there, but she found the entire thing odd to say the least. She knew there was little choice, he still had her PDA. Once she got it back, she would put the ball back in her court, for now she'd have to play his game.<br><br>One look at the outfit he'd hung up for her told her that his game was going to be a lot of fun quite possibly. If she wasn't already headlong in love with the man, this would have sealed it. It was almost as if he had read her personal thoughts, could he possibly keep getting more perfect?<br><br>She changed quickly and went back out to the lounge and knelt down as he'd instructed her to, placing her hands on her head. She was shaking slightly out of desire, out of the unknown, just from being this close to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 20:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike left her for about 20 minutes, then came in and looked her up and down. He knew by this time that her arms would be starting to hurt in that position.<br><br>"I must say Trisha, you look exquisite. Your new uniform really suits you."<br><br>He smiled, then stood in front of her.<br><br>"When I stand in front of you, it is your signal to move to position two, lifting your skirts to show me your frilly maid's panties are fresh and clean, and worn as prescribed.<br><br>Do that now."<br><br>He spoke the words quietly, but with authority, and his eyes showed that he meant what he said. Yet there was a hint of amusement - or was it enjoyment in them also.<br><br>"You are obviously wondering why you are here, and what I have planned for you.<br>Before I enlighten you, do you have any questions or observations for me?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 02:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While Trisha couldn't say that she enjoyed the idea of being humiliated, having him see her in various forms of undress did appeal to her on many levels. And any discomfort she felt tonight, well she already knew how she was going to deal with that. She lifted the skirts up, showing him what he wanted to see, watching the reaction in his eyes, knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist her.<br><br>"I do have a question Mike, when do I get my pda back? And how do I know that even if I cooperate with you,&nbsp; you still wont ruin me?"<br><br>She wanted some type of assurance, but there was really none he could give her and they both knew it. She had to trust that he'd keep his word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 15:48:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked down at Trisha, holding her skirts up for inspection. To say she looked hot was a gross understatement. Mike swallowed. It took him all his time to remain composed, as he knew he must for now.<br><br>"Your pda! I have it in a safe place, and there it will stay, whilst you cooperate, behave and are obedient. Just so you know, I will not return it unless or until I tire of your company as my maid. Then I will return your pda, and not oblige you to attend me any more.<br>You have my word I wont' let you down Ms Patricia Ballard. As long as Maid Trisha doesn't let me down." he smiled.<br><br>"Now, your first duty. To serve me supper. But I am out of wine. Go to the store and purchase a couple of bottle of Chardonnay for me please.&nbsp; It's just around the corner. No need to wear a coat, go just as you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 23:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She let the skirts fall back around her when he stated that he wouldn't return her pda to her. That was fine, she'd have to purchase a new one and knew just the account she'd use for the purchase. Trisha was infuriated that he thought she'd attend him as his maid. As his girlfriend, if he would only admit his desire for her, she'd be more than happy and willing to give him his every desire, but like this, he didn't know who he was dealing with, but he would soon and then he'd know he had to treat her better.<br><br>If she ran into anyone from the bank in this outfit, her reputation would suffer, but it was unlikely that she would have to worry about that. She got up and walked out of his study towards the door. She picked up her bag that had been left by the front door when she spotted his wallet with his keys on the small table in the entryway. He wanted wine, he could pay for it she thought as she grabbed it and walked out the front door.<br><br>The looks she received in the liquor store were indescribable. Some were shock, some were leering stares and the clerk almost started laughing. She merely smiled and ordered two cases of their finest wine to be delivered to his mothers address and the one bottle he'd asked for to take with her before she headed back towards his home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 13:13:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike had forgotten to give her money for the wine, but noticed his wallet missing when she was away.<br>It was obvious that she had helped herself to it. "Naughty!" he thought.<br><br>He was going to have to punish her for that, but what he really wanted, more than anything, was to have her in his bed, she was having such an effect on him sexually.<br><br>He decided to come clean with her when she returned and attempt a parlay with her. It was the least he could do. This master/maid scene was good, but didn't come that naturally to him, and he would much prefer it to be consensual. It was just how to broach it with her, as he didn't want to lose control.<br><br>However he looked at it though, he had all the cards in his hand, as long as he had the pda. While she was out he took the opportunity to hide it where she would never find it. If she took his wallet, the pda would go if she ever saw it - and he couldn't blame her for that. He was in come ways beginning to quite admire her. <br><br>For example, he was full of admiration - and other things, as she held her skirts for him to inspect her maid's panties.<br><br>Maybe she was as hot as him for the scenario to continue, and he decided to find out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 19:22:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha wasn't entirely sure if she needed to ring the bell again or if she should just go in. As it wasn't quite dark out yet and she felt she'd been humiliated in this outfit enough for one day, she went ahead and opened the door stepping in. <br><br>Walking in she set his wallet back down on the entryway table and brought the wine with her when she walked back to the room they had been in earlier. She stopped for a moment and just watched him in the room. The man simply took her breath away, was it any wonder she'd fallen so completely and madly in love with him? Was it any wonder that she felt it was her duty to make him fall in love with her? No one could blame her.<br><br>"I have your wine"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:17:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Listen Trisha" Mike started "I'm not sure how long I can keep this up. As a game between adults it is great - well more than great! For me to play Master and dominate you&nbsp; - well it just isn't me. let me explain!<br><br>You should be kneeling now - in position one, and ready for position two. If not, you should be punished, tied, caned, paddled - I don't know. <br>Bit it isn't naturally in me to do that - unless it is game between ... lovers.<br>So, what I'm saying is .... I guess, go to position one, and if you do that and then go to position two, then it means you want to play those games with me, the same as I want to play them with you.<br><br>What do you think?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 23:16:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened to what he'd had to say and then mulled it over in her mind a while. One thing caught her more than anything else, he said they were games between lovers, and he wanted to play them with her, so she was forced to believe that meant he wanted her for a lover. Trisha had so desperately wanted him in her heart and in her bed, she was certain if she had him in one, she'd get him in the other. So typical of a man she thought that it would have to start in bed to lead to the heart. But she would take him any way she could have him. She might be petty and vindictive at times, even towards him, and she would certainly continue to do things for him that she felt were for his best interest, but now she would have something tangible to hold on to for her troubles.<br><br>It didn't surprise her that he wouldn't be able to keep up the dark facade he had tried. If it had been her, she would have had no compunction in bending another towards her will against theirs if she felt slighted or wronged by them. Then again, perhaps he finally saw it for what it was, her way of showing her love. <br><br>There were no words that needed to be spoken, she could end this now by saying now, she didn't doubt that he'd give her back her pda and they would move on, he would move on and she would continue on as she'd done that is. Or she could have what she desired, maybe it would be on his terms, but she'd have him. She barely hesitated as she walked back into the room and knelt down in front of him and as he'd said, lifted the skirts again for that position so that he would know her desires.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 18:21:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike watched as she assumed the position. She was up for it, and he realised that he could have compelled her to meet his will.<br>But she looked so so hot, he realised that consensual worked even better for him as long as she didn't buck out at what he wanted.<br><br>"I can honestly say, Trisha, that you are the hottest girl I have ever met, bar none, as I see you looking like that.<br>Now, before we eat - yes, I did intend you to eat with me and share the wine, even though you are my maid, just stay there and rub your pussy for me through those little panties. I want to see your face as you get hot for me. it's only fair, because you can already see I'm hot for you."<br><br>Mike was under no illusion that the bulge in his pants, and the look on his face was sending out signals to her that were a clear state of his arousal.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 22:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surprise wasn't really the word to use to describe what she felt when he'd made his request. She could call it a request now that he'd basically asked her permission to engage in these type of games. Trisha was slightly disappointed, while she would have paid him back for it, she admired what she thought of as his darker side, it had turned her on to no end. Just thinking about it had started to arouse her more than anything else at the moment and so she was able to do as he asked with no hesitation. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 22:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike watched as Trisha rubbed her clit thorough her panties for him. He waited and watched, as she grew hotter and hotter and her moevements became more instinctive and animal as she approached climax. She was a hot little minx, and Mike had trouble controlling himself.<br><br>Finally, as she neared climax, he went over to her, took her hand and raised her up.<br>"Enough pleasuring yourself" he whispered. He took the finger she had been using in her pussy, smelld it and sighed, before putting it in his mouth and sucking on it sensously, as he tasted her.<br>"Let's eat" he said, and led her into the kitchen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 17:27:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha had completely lost herself in pleasure to the point of forgetting where she was for the moment and that someone was watching her. The more she rubbed and caressed herself, the faster her body was reaching that point, and then he stopped her. <br><br>Had he actually just said enough? That was cruel, she thought, very very cruel, and yet, it only served to push her a little further. It took considerable effort to get to her feet and follow him into the kitchen. She was hungry, but not for anything she would serve for dinner. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 21:12:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They sat at the kitchen table, leather chairs, glass topper table, and through it Mike could see her skirts and legs.<br>He approved of the view. He poured wine, and brought out a chicken salad he had prepared earlier. He knew it was expertly prepared and delicious, but she pecked at it and barely ate, just sipping her wine.<br><br>He decided it was time for them to come clean with one another, so he made a start.<br>"Trisha, let me be honest what I want from our relationship. In return I expect you to be honest also. I hope we have a deal."<br>He waited for her nod of assent.<br>"When I relaised someone was 'taking an interest in me' - shall we say, I was freaked out a little at first. then I wanted to get even. Later I discovered it was you. Let me say I honestly considered asking you out the first time we met - only thought it would have been unprofessional to do so. When I discovered it was you, and had you pda, revenge was uppermost on my mind. That and my fetish for maids of a certain nature led us to where we are right now.<br>It is easier for me, and preferable, to continue the relationship as man and woman, boyfriend and girlfiend, if that suits you. I would certainly feel flattered to have you as my girl.<br><br>However, I will keep your pda safe for now, as insurance, against you being less than honest with me. If you cross or decieve me again, our relationship will revert to what you agreed to earlier - that of Master and maid. I will bend you to my will.<br><br>For now though, I have been honest with you. Will you be honest with me?"<br><br>He sipped his wine and waited for her response. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 18:20:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha took several minutes to think about what he'd said, those that knew her well would know the look on her face to be the same one she had when processing a tough problem at work. <br><br>"So, let me see if I understand this, because I don't want to assume anything here. You would prefer not to blackmail me into spending time with you, want me to be in a relationship with you that's more honest, but are going to keep my pda just in case you feel you need to blackmail me further? So its not really an open and honest relationship you want, but the appearance of one?"<br><br>She took several sips of her wine while she watched his face process what she'd said. She knew him well enough, well as well as you know someone by watching them from afar, to know that he was deep down a good person, this entire situation had to be sitting badly for him. A shame too, she liked the idea that he could be ruthless, not that it lessened her feelings towards him one bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 02:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike listened to her carefully.<br>"Look" he replied. "I'm trying to be honest. I want to repay you for the worry you put me thorough. That means punishment. But if you enjoy the punishment, as you seem to, then it serves little purpose as punishment. It is enjoyment, and we might as well both enjoy it.<br>To punish you therefore, I would have to take this a lot further than I want to at the moment. It might get to that - it depends upon you. As for your pda, it's not about blackmail, it's about revenge. I can take you down if I want to, never forget that, and never doubt my strength of purpose and tenacity. Remember I have built a successful business because I go for what I see as the right way forward, no matter what.<br>Right now you are in no position to trade semantics with me Trisha. <br><br>Just tidy up here, as you seem to have finished your meal, then go upstairs to your bedroom, the first on the left. Await me there.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 22:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha sat there listening to him, in the back of her mind she wondered what part of her it was that was getting so aroused by the fact he was trying to convince her that he could and would take her down. She firmly believed that she hadn't really met the real Mike yet, she would push him until she did. People were never who they appeared to be, there were layers upon layers that needed to be exposed to get to the truth and she loved him enough to do that, even if it wasn't what he thought he wanted.<br><br>She cleaned up as best she could from dinner, though she didn't know her way around his kitchen too well, and frankly, game or not, she wasn't a maid. She sat on the bed in the room he'd told her to go into and waited for him. She couldn't help but wonder what his plans were for the night, though she was grateful she'd get to spend any amount of time with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 23:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike walked into the bedroom, wearing just a pair of cotton undershorts and a cotton wife beater vest. He looked at Trisha and held up a pair of handcuffs.<br><br>"One on each wrist, then fasten yourself to the bed head."<br><br>He placed the handcuffs on the bed and watched her with a wry smile. He was thinking just how sexy she looked, How very, very sexy, and told her so.<br><br>"Trisha, you look very sexy, very very sexy. I'm a lucky guy." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha looked down at the handcuffs and then up at Mike noticing his smile. She attached one of the cuffs to her wrist and tried to figure out how she would be able to cuff both wrists to the bedframe. Deciding on, what she considered to be a rather ingenious way, she cuffed one around the chain and that one to the headboard, and the other to either wrist. <br><br>"I'm glad you realize you're a lucky guy, but you could look a lot sexier if you lost the white trash shirt, it really doesn't suit you Mike"<br><br>She'd always had a deep seated hatred of that look, and someone as handsome, classy and elegant as Mike should be seen in such, even in, if not especially in the bedroom. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 00:06:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked at her.<br>"You are in no position to criticise my clothing Trisha, although I have to admit yours does suit you.<br>Is this better?"<br><br>Mike took off the vest he was wearing. The cotton shorts did little to hide his growing erection.<br><br>"I have a slight problem, as you can see" he indicated his shorts, by glancing down at them, "and thought my maid could help me with it.<br>What do you think?"<br><br>He sat on the edge of the bed, and made first contact, stroking her white stockings, with one hand, just below her knee, as he looked directly into her eyes. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 04:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha couldn't argue that point, she was, by her own hand, cuffed to the bed, so her position didn't give her much room to criticize, It wouldn't stop her of course, she always spoke her mind, even when doing so wasn't the wisest course of action. <br><br>She looked him over as he talked about his problem, though from where she sat, she didn't see it as a problem so much as an opportunity. She'd finally have what she wanted. His hand was warm through the stockings she was wearing and the feel of him was exactly what she hoped it would be. But it wasn't enough, she wanted more. <br><br>"And what kind of help would you be needing now?" she said with a sly grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 14:09:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm"&nbsp; murmured Mike as his hand moved onto the oh so silky white skin of her inner thigh.<br>"Perhaps I need help in deciding if you are pleased to see your master here with you."<br>He ever so lightly brushed her white silk panties with his hand , but even a brief touch could detect the moistness there.<br>He knew she was ready for him, very ready. As up for it as him, and it excited him even more.<br>"I need help making a deposit" he smiled."Where do you suggest I place it for safe keeping?<br>I want somewhere with high interest, and don't mind if it's a little risky. I have plenty in reserve."<br>As he spoke, he toyed with his dick in one hand, and continued to stroke her with the other, to emphasis his meaning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 18:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How many nights had she dreamed of being this close to him, of seeing him aroused and wanting her as much as she'd always wanted him? This time though, she would really have him, instead of the thought of him and a picture while she pleasured herself. <br><br>"You're far too observant to have to wonder if I'm pleased to see you"<br><br>With his hand caressing her thigh, she couldn't help but spread her lights slightly in invitation. She would have sat forward and kissed him, possibly pushed him down on the bed, but cuffed as she was it limited her movement. One of her legs bent up so that she could rub her leg against his side, wanting, no needing, to feel more of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 19:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike continued to rub her leg gently, and to brush against her panties, so he thought she would barely, yet just be able to feel him, more imagine than feel. He could faintly smell the musky scent of her arousal, and the pheromones she was emitting almost sent him over the edge of control.<br><br>"You didn't answer me Trisha, you a banker and all" he said teasingly but a little more urgently. "Where do you want my deposit?"<br><br>As he said that, he lay on the bed beside her so their heads were close and he was able to whisper in her ear, which he nibbled as he spoke, breathing into it. Before she had chance to answer he lifted his head and licked her lip with the tip of his tongue, just at the edge of her mouth where her lips joined, almost immediately moving away before she had a chance to respond.<br><br>With her uniform on, her breasts were not on show, but her slim waist was accentuated by the tied apron. On the other hand, her thighs and panties were perfectly displayed, and he moved his hand, sliding under her panties to run a finger down her moist slit, smpling the feel of her pussy for the first time.<br><br>"Is it here?" he asked as he played a fingertip around the entrance to her vagina, feeling her love juice oozing out.<br><br>He took the same finger and punched it slowly into her mouth, past her lips and then withdrew it and place it in his own mouth before withdrawing it.<br><br>"Or here maybe?<br><br>You know Trisha I wonder, if I hadn't got your pda, maybe you would have me handcuffed to the bed now, having your way with me. I think you'd like that eh?"<br><br>He waited for her to replay to him, as his sexual excitement increased. He was enjoying toying with her, but he could only resist her offerings for so long.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 23:51:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guess we'll never know, unless I happen upon it"<br><br>She leaned forward and crushed her lips to his, desperately wanting to roam her hands over his body a good deal more firmly the light way he was teasing hers. Her body was very ready to receive him, wherever he so chose, she didn't care, she just needed that connection, it was a primal need and she was beyond pleased that he was feeling it as well. It meant she wasn't crazy, she hadn't imagined what there was between them, her love wasn't in vain. <br><br>Trisha kissed his lips, bit at the lower one lightly before she trapped his tongue between her teeth. She wasn't usually very aggressive in bed, but he was bringing something out of her, maybe it was due to the fact that she was limited in what she could do, but god what was he waiting for? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 15:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike loved the way she was playing with his mouth, biting and trapping his tongue, and wondered what she would do to him if their roles were reversed. It was a thought he couldn't dwell on, here and now was threatening to overload his brain as it was.<br><br>He, as quickly as he could, and before she quite realised what he was doing, released her cuffs, but reattached one arm to the head of the bed. She was now restrained by one arm only, the one nearest to Mike, and the other was available to her. <br><br>"Take your panties off" he commanded, through a mouth fastened onto hers as he responded with passion to her, kissing her and exploring her mouth with his tongue as it fought to get past hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 17:58:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of Trisha's hands were free before she realized it, the entire thing had been done so smoothly she couldn't help but think he'd done this before, well of course he had, why else would he have handcuffs just hanging around his house. Though she figured he could have bought them specifically for this, she didn't think so.<br><br>Her hand ran over his chest and up his neck till it settled behind his neck, pulling him closer to her so that she could deepen the kiss. There was so much intensity and passion between them, she had known she was justified in everything she'd done to get him to this point. <br><br>Trisha didn't hesitate nor question him when he'd told her to take the panties off, sliding her hand down and pushing the garment away, while difficult with one had, she'd managed it after some maneuvering, though her own hand had dipped down and gently rubbed herself as she did. She was ready for him, and wanted to stay that way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 19:00:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike could not wait any longer, and shrugged off his shorts, before taking hold of her around her waist and turning her.<br>"Kneel up, facing the bed head" he instructed urgently, wanting to see her in her uniform from the rear as he mounted her doggy style, knowing he could use his hands on her body as he did so, to undress her or play with her.<br><br>As he instructed her he slid his hand from her waist down to her pussy, finding it moist and ready for him. He slid his fingers up and down her pussy lips, fingering her vagina entrance, and rubbing her clit with his wet finger. He knew he could continue to do this as they fucked. He was getting so turned on by her, her uniform and the swishing sounds it made, the feel of her body in it, and the way her skirts frounced up at him.<br><br>"Quickly Trisha" he commanded again, as his cock throbbed, telling him it wanted to bury itself in her wet pussy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 01:00:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Perhaps it was the urgency in which he was telling her to get into the position he wanted, or perhaps it was simply a cruel streak that she had, but Trisha doubted very much she could have moved any slower to turn over and get up on her knees. <br><br>His hands teasing her and slipping in and out of her were driving Trisha up to and almost over the edge, she was practically dripping in anticipation, but she'd slowed the pace herself, so she couldn't complain. In fact she intended to savour every second of him.<br><br>Breathlessly and with some humor, she couldn't help but respond to him "You know Mike, quickly is not something most women want to hear from potential lovers"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 01:24:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Touche Trisha" said Mike, as he moved into position and was able to stroke his cock against her pussy lips, tantalising her.<br><br>The view of her ass poking out from her maids skirts, and the cute bow where her apron was tied was even better than Mike had dreamed for. Trisha had an ass to die for. He placed his hands on her hips, positioned himself, and then with a smooth stroke pushed his cock deeply into her, and held her there, with his cock buried deep inside her wet pussy.<br><br>"This slow enough for you" he teased, as he slid ever so slowly in and out of her, controlling her with his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 03:46:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha merely responded with a moan of pleasure as he entered her. She pushed back against him as much as she could while he had a hold of her hips. It was even better than she could have imagined. <br><br>"its perfect"<br><br>He was perfect she thought, no, they were perfect. With the hand that was cuffed she held on to the headboard to keep her balance and with her free hand she reached up behind her and reached for him. After a time his teasing slow moves were driving her insane and she found herself moving back against him and away with more speed, hoping to prompt him to pick up the pace a bit. If it was possible to be tortured with pleasure, this was it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 20:47:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike drove into her with a frenzy, picking up speed and ramming his cock deep into her pussy from the rear.<br>Wanting to see more of her, he withdrew, lay on his back, and raised his eyebrows in invitation, as his cock stood rampant for her to mount.<br><br>He didn't say anything, as his face said it all, as did hers as he saw it, and the passion etched upon it.<br><br>He wanted to see her body so commanded her "Sit on me, then strip. I want to see you Trisha, feel your body."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 21:59:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He couldn't have timed it any better if he'd been deliberately trying to bring her to the edge of climax and stopping, but that was exactly what he'd done. She turned her head to look at him and saw him lie back, the desire shot through her like a lance. <br><br>She moved over as much as she could to straddle him, though it took a little maneuvering given that she was still cuffed with one hand to the headboard. Removing the maids uniform he gave her was a little more tricky. With one hand she reached in back of her to untie it at the waist, by the time she was done moving, squirming and wriggling around, it was as off of her as it could be, all bunched up over one arm. <br><br>Trisha leaned down as far as she could to press herself up against him, while she enjoyed the feel of him inside of her, feeling him so much deeper this way. When she looked into his eyes, she wasn't sure what she saw reflected back, it wasn't the arrow through the heart love that she felt for him, not yet, but there was something there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 22:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike wanted her unrestricted now. The handcuffs had served their purpose and were now an impediment.<br><br>He reached over and unfastened them freeing her.<br><br>He looked over Trisha's body, and she sat impaled on him, enjoying his cock inside her.<br>He reached up and feft her breasts. They were large, firm, erect and protruding pink nipples and darked aureoles. perfection for him. and he rached up to take one in his mouth, rolling her nipple around with his tongues, then pulling her down, to kiss her deeply as his passion mounted.<br><br>He had not thought about safe sex, but was not far off cumming.<br><br>The, suddenly it was too late, as he began to climax, deep inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 23:27:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unimpeded by the cuffs now, Trisha all but attacked Mike with her hands, mouth and body. She rubbed her hands up his chest and dragged her nails down it. The feel of him beneath her, inside of her was bringing her right back up to the edge, but she had to control it, she didn't want to hit her climax until he did as well, if possible, together. She felt that would seal something between them. When he did, she felt herself let go and all but screamed his name, as she had alone so many nights. <br><br>Trisha collapsed on top of him afterwards, not wanting to move, not wanting to have her body and his stop touching. She silently prayed this was not going to be the end of it, she couldn't bear that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 15:14:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike had seldom enjoyed sex like with Trisha. They were sexually attuned, simple as that.<br>As they lay together relaxing, he had one arm around her, whilst with the other, her traced and played with her perfect (to his eyes) body, a nipple, then tracing her stomach, down to her nub, and playing with her pussy lips. Then a taste, and giving her a taste, and he enjoyed the afterglow of their climax.<br><br>"You have just won employee of the month Trisha!" he joked.<br>Seriously, that was quite an experience. You are one hot lady. I just wonder what would happen if I was the one tied up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 16:38:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If Trisha hadn't known better, she would swear that Mike had made that comment for the second time because he wanted her to tie him up. She propped herself up on one elbow as she rolled off of him, though her eyes never left his.<br><br>"If you were the one tied up I would do things to you that would have you writhing in pleasure, I would do things to your body that you've only dreamed of and when you begged me for a realease, I'd only slow down and start all over again"<br><br>She leaned forward and kissed him with as much passion as she felt inside of her.<br><br>"And then I'd make you give back my pda" she said as an afterthought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 19:36:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike nearly fell off the bed, he laughed so much at her remarks. he was really enjoying her company in every way.<br><br>"Oh no you won't. That pda is my insurance, and is very safely hidden away.<br><br>It is my leverage, to keep you as my little slut maid. I've never had a girlfriend who is a slut maid also, so I'm hardly likely to let that chance go am I.<br><br>I mean, would you be wearing your maids uniform - oh" he laughed "you aren't at the moment! I mean without my hold on you, you wouldn't be my maid would you Trish?<br><br>But I have mentioned you tying me up twice, and that's worrying!"<br><br>Mike laughed again, and his eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at her expression and drank her in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 21:04:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yes she thought, she most certainly would have been whatever he wanted her to be, even without the pda being held over her head. Why didn't he see that? Why didn't he see how much she was utterly in love with him and would do anything to make him happy? He didn't have to use blackmail to get what he wanted with her, but, that to her mind, was just a way to extend the game, for she 'would' get her pda back, she was a very determined woman and what Trisha wanted, she often got.<br><br>"I guess that's something you'll never know now, will you?"<br><br>How easy it would be she thought, to snap the cuffs on him while he was laying there all limber and content and pleased with himself. Was it any wonder she felt as she did?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 22:39:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe not Trisha, but one thing I do know. You are the hottest maid I've ever had!" Mike responded with a glint in his eye.<br>He could have said woman instead of maid, but didn;t eant her to be too swell headed.<br>"Now, next door on the wardrobe there are three outfits. Try me out. Go and try one on for me, and I'll tell you when you come back if it's my favourite.<br>Oh, and there is work for you when you return."<br>He looked down at his cock, now semi limp, and raised hie eyebrows.<br>He had placed 3 other 'uniforms' in the other room.(http://www.candyfruit.com/0986/0986-01.jpg)<br><br>and<br><br>(http://www.candyfruit.com/1000/1000-01.jpg)<br><br>in addition to <br>(http://thetight.com/gallery/_images/2c930423cabe1ae2e7bf9e91fa967e4a/256%20-%20black%20blonde_hair%20bustier%20see-through%20skirt%20underwear.jpg)<br><br>far more grown up, just as slutty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 15:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha looked through the outfits he'd put in the other room for her. How he'd gotten the size so perfectly amazed him, it was as if they were picked out specifically for her. She was already in a cute little maid outfit, so this time she chose the one that suited her own desires more and started to dress in the black satin outfit. <br><br>She felt so relaxed at the moment but her mind was buzzing. She was getting everything she'd ever wanted, she had the man of her dreams, was in his bed, so why did she feel so unfulfilled? Had it been too easy to obtain him? Was it only the thrill of getting him that had interested her? No, that wasn't it, it couldn't be, she truly did love Mike and she would take whatever time she needed, with him, to find out what more she needed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 15:33:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike called Trisha back into his bedroom, wondering if she would kneel for him, or if he would have to remind her.<br><br>He was ready to play with her again, and hoped she felt likewise. if she didn't then she would have to do it under protest, and what he had in mind would have to wait.<br><br>"Trisha! Bring champagne and two glasses to my room. There are a couple of bottles in the cooler. And let me see your choice of clothing for your Master!"<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 16:41:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha took her time getting the champagne and glasses. While he was in his room waiting for her, she took her time looking through his house. She looked in the refrigerator to see what kind of food he kept in the house and she looked through the medicine chest in the bathroom. It was rude and intrusive, but she thought it was a good way to learn more about him.<br><br>After about fifteen minutes of wandering, she headed back to the bedroom, champagne and glasses on a tray she'd found in the kitchen, and walked, no, sauntered in. She liked the feel of the satin against her skin, though much more of this and they would both need to take a hot shower. She set the tray down on the bed beside him and then stepped back, twirling a bit to show off the outfit in its entirety.<br><br>"How does it look?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 17:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trisha, lest you forget, when you enter a room where I am you kneel (position 1) and raise your skirt (position 2). Last reminder. Do it now. <br><br>You look good enough to eat!"<br><br>Mike watched and waited. She was forgetting herself, and so , if he wasn't careful, would he.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 18:04:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should probably refrain from reminding you that it would be impossible for me to kneel while I was carrying in the tray for your champagne, or while I was showing you the outfit per your request, but I'd be happy to do so now"<br><br>Trisha took a few steps back from the bed so he'd be able to see her more completely as she seamlessly dropped down to her knees and lifted the tiny skirt she had put on. She looked up at him with a coy smile, not overly concerned about being a smart ass to him. He liked to play the game, but it was only a game.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 22:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike smiled as he saw her irreverently assume her pose. She had rightly judged him to be sexually interested in her, but not a dominant master.<br>He was a dominant guy, an alpha male. He liked to win and was a natural leader. But usually his girls came by other routes, not like this.<br><br>Yet she amused him so much. She was intelligent, sexy, and yes, probably perverted, but no more than him he thought.<br><br>She was also dangerous. He realised that but was sure he could cope with her.<br><br>Above all, she was fun. They clicked. got on and were enjoying each other in every sense.<br><br>"Come and drink champagne with me Trisha, be my companion in debauchery tonight!" he laughed as he poured two glasses and held one up for her.<br><br>I have only just started exploring my new maid's body. It could be a long night."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 17:40:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I believe I have a little exploring to do myself, but I would love a glass of champagne thank you"<br><br>She took the glass from him with one hand and with her free one pushed him back on the bed. Tipping the champagne flute, she left a few drops spill out onto his chest and stomach before leaning down to lick it off of him. <br><br>"Tastes good"<br><br>She sat back up on the bed and leaned back so she could see his face while she sipped from the glass now. It not only could be a long night, it would be, and she had no intention of letting him go with one night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 17:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike's cock was starting to ache, he was so turned on by her. She was so so turning him on with her sexual strutting and teasing.<br><br>"Be my glass" he instructed.<br>"Sit and pour the champagne down your body past your tits, down your stomach and pussy, and finally into my mouth.<br>I want you to explode my taste buds, and feel your wet pussy on my face."<br><br>Mike couldn't wait for the view and the experience. He had finally fond the sexual partner he dreamed of.<br><br>"You will need to remove those sexy clothes unfortunately, do it now."<br><br>Mike lay back on the bed with his arms behind his head, awaiting his treat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 01:02:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One shoulder strap at a time, Trisha slid the silky garment from her shoulders before lifting the top of it, inching it up over her torso and then breasts before sliding it up over her head. She ran her hands over her bare arms and then let her fingers trail in the same path the shirt had gone in. She knew men were largely visual creatures and she knew how to give a good show.<br><br>Grabbing the bottle of champagne, she poured a little out of the bottle into her hands and rubbed it into her skin. When she was done with that she slowly lowered the bottom of the outfit and stepped out. She got up on the bed next to him, up on her knees and leaned down and traced his lips with her tongue.<br><br>"Where did you want me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 01:14:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike watched her performance.<br><br>If she was not a bank executive, she could have a good career as a pole dancer or exotic dancer of some kind. She had the body, the looks and the attitude. He was blown away by her sexuality. It oozed from every pore of her, and her voice was like liquid velvet. <br><br>What a seductress she was. <br><br>"Knees astride my neck, bitch. I want your cunt to flavour my cocktail." he mouthed as he reached and took her tongue with his teeth, kissing and tasting her, licking and nuzzling. He could not get enough of her, and knew he must take her again soon.<br><br>He wondered if she would enjoy the coarse language. he thought he might even ask her about it later.<br><br>He leant back and watched her with an expression of ecstasy on his face. He had never had a sexual partner like this before. Not even close. <br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 01:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha's eyes never left his as she crawled on the bed towards him. She knew she was turning him on, she knew how badly he wanted to take her again, and she'd let him, as many times as he wanted she would give herself to him. <br><br>Sitting up on her knees she started to put one leg over him to do as he'd ordered, but stopped with her knee on his throat. <br><br>"You're right Mike, I can be a bitch when I have to be, don't forget that"<br><br>When she was in the position he'd wanted her in, she picked up the champagne bottle again and tilted her head back. She poured a few drops into her mouth and then down her chin and neck, she let it pour freely down her breasts and stomach. It dripped down between her legs and into his mouth, on to his face. It felt chilled on her skin but she barely felt it, only the desire was felt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 16:59:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike drank greedily as the Trisha flavoured champagne ran off her and he caught it in his mouth.<br><br>He grabbed the bed head as he drank to get more mobility, and she was sat astride him. He wanted to taste all of her, and was getting the most delicious sex cocktail, mixed with her sweat and her love juices.<br><br>He was getting totally intoxicated, and it was not just the champagne.<br><br>"Just as long as you're my bitch"&nbsp; Mike managed to get out as he slurped and gulped off her.<br><br>The drink was just making him more and more sexually excited. "Fuck me more Trisha" he commanded.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 19:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have a better idea"<br><br>Trisha took a long drink from the champagne bottle before setting it down on the bedside table. Slowly she slid down from the top of his chest down, until she hit the end of&nbsp; the bed. She'd never been a selfish lover and she wasn't about to start being one now. Not when she finally had the man of her dreams. <br><br>Leaning forward she tipped her head down and slowly, deliberately took him into her mouth. Not much at first, just a little, teasing the tip, licking slowly, working him back up until he was as turned on again as she was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 23:30:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike moaned in pleasure as Trisha bitched his cock, licking and tantalising him.<br><br>He wanted to be inside her again, he need to be.<br><br>"Sit on me Trisha" he whispered urgently. "I want my cock inside you again. Fuck me"<br><br>He lay on his back waiting for her to mount him, so he could watch her face as they fucked each other, so they could watch each other. He was becoming, had become ensnared in the web she was spinning and was helpless, full of the intoxication of her sex. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 02:49:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This shocked her, never, ever in her life had she been with a man who would have preferred anything to oral sex. She was simply stunned, but her desire for him was so great, she only gave it a moments thought. She lifted her head from him and moved around a bit before straddling him and lowering herself on top of him. Trisha loved the feel of him inside of her, it had never been like this with anyone else, someone who kept her so engaged, someone who didn't need to go to sleep after one quick go round. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 19:04:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike loved the feel of her tight moist cunt around his cock.<br><br>He looked up at her and saw the signs of her sexual arousal, her dilated pupils, swollen red lips, open mouth.<br>It made her look even sexier than he thought possible. He was consumed by passion for her.<br>He didn't know his true feelings, maybe it was just lust, he had not had the time to get to know her and fall for her.<br><br>But he wanted her, he knew that. He wanted her.<br><br>"Beg me to fuck you Trisha, while I watch your face. Tell me what you are feeling astride my cock, and what you want me to do with your body."<br><br>He knew that she could tell at a glance he would fuck her anyway, but he wanted her to talk dirty to him. He loved the wanton obscenity when she had raised her skirts for him as she kneeled. How she had debased herself for him. He wanted more from her, to feed his lust and passion.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 23:02:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike had always seemed so tame, so quiet, the fact that he had urges as he did, the fact that he wanted her to speak as dirty to him as he was to her, well it surprised her, pleased her but surprised her nonetheless. If he wanted dirty, she'd give him dirty.<br><br>“mmmm master, I want you to fuck me, please I beg you, fuck me hard. I want your hard cock to fill my pussy and it feels....it feels so good. Squeeze my tits, bite my nipples....use my body.” she breathed throatily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 13:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike watched as she rode him, whilst he fucked her harder and harder, forcing his cock into her, ramming himself up into her hips and squeezing her breasts as he did so. It was sheer lust he saw on her face as he did so, and sheer lust he felt.<br><br>But they were so compatible. And he needed so much more.<br><br>She would have to be much more than a maid to him, and he would have to think of ways for her to demonstrate her love for him.<br>He realized that he too had to acknowledge her in some way. he just couldn't think straight though, as he neared climax again.<br><br>"Oooah, cum with me Trish, as I fill you with my seed. Cum now ......" he managed to shout as he climaxed deep inside her, pulling her hips down and locking her to him as he did so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 20:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha all but collapsed on top of him, she was completely spent, and yet exhilarated at the same time. She moved herself slightly so that she wasn't putting herself completely on top of him but rather rolled to his side and pressed herself up against his.<br><br>This wouldn't be enough for her for long, but for now, Trisha intended to savor every last second of time she could. Mike had been her unattainable dream, now that she had him, she'd be dammed if she'd give him up. If he thought that she would walk away satisfied and leave him be after this, well he had another thing coming.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 13:07:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Trisha you look - what is the expression - shagged out? In the nicest way of course.<br><br>Now I need a little rest myself. <br><br>When I awake, i expect you to be showered, dressed, and waiting downstairs for me.<br><br>You know the position by now I think. Oh, and the pink and white dress I think."<br><br>He kissed her on the cheek, and settled down for a nap on the bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 19:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha could have used a little rest herself, and since she didn't know how long he would be napping for, she didn't lay down with him and attempt to get up before him. She got out of the bed and headed for the shower. She took a long hot shower letting the water wash away the fatigue she felt. <br><br>Once she was out, she went back to the other bedroom and found the outfit that he'd wanted her in. She'd keep an ear out for him on the stairs when she went downstairs. She peeked her head in before she went to make sure he was out, and once downstairs she started a more meticulous search of the house for her PDA. She wanted Mike more than anything, but she wanted him on her terms more. <br><br>She noticed in his home office that the light on the answering machine was blinking. Silly boy not to have voice mail in this day and age she thought as she pushed the button. <br><br>"Mike its Gail, I'm in town for a week and I would love to get dinner and..."<br><br>Oops she thought, as the message was erased before it could be finished. <br><br>"Sorry Gail, he's occupied this week" she said to no one in particular. <br><br>She continued her search which turned up nothing. He may not even have it in the house she thought, though she would need time to search the entire place. She did a little digging on his computer, reading some files about work, nothing that particularly interested her, and she did come across several passworded files. Another time she thought, she'd play around with it and see if she could get in.<br><br>A quick glance at the clock told her that she'd been at this for almost two hours and thought she heard some movements upstairs. She went back to the other room and knelt down as he'd told her to and waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 00:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike had a nap, recovering after his exertions with Trisha.<br>'What a fox!' he thought.<br>He had never experienced a woman like her sexually, and was completely turned on by her, satiated by the sex, and wondered just how far she would go to please him.<br>This was tempered slightly as he heard her rummaging about downstairs, then heard the phone, but as he was about to pick up, the call terminated.<br>Then he heard the tap of keys on his computer keyboard.<br>He chuckled to himself. She was true to form. He would have been slightly disappointed if she hadn't tried to pry around whilst she thought he was asleep.<br><br>He went down to find her kneeling in the deliciously sexy pink and white dress. She even had the bunches in her hair, with pink bands, the white stockings and black mary janes, and he was ready to take her again there and then.<br><br>"Position 2" he instructed.<br><br>This girl was so sexy, but she would pay for her prying into his personal belongings. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 17:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't miss a beat or hesitate at all when he'd said to go to the other position, why would she? She looked up at his face looking for something. Something more than a sexual desire, something more than just lust, but at the moment, that was all she saw there. Don't focus on that, she told herself, at least she was here in his house and in his bed, it was more than she'd had a few days ago and it was a start. <br><br>Trisha didn't know about him, but she hadn't napped and was feeling a little strained from all the exerted energy. Sleep or food was something she was going to need if they were going to keep at this, and by the look in his eyes, he had intended that they were. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 11:52:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike looked down at Trisha, so very sexily displaying her panties in her submissive pose.<br><br>"Keep your eyes down in positions 1 and 2 " Mike said. "Otherwise perfect."<br><br>He had plans for this evening, but he need to 'prepare' her first.<br><br>"Trisha, I know you are inquisitive, but I heard you searching, presumably for your pda, when I was upstairs.<br>That is naughty. I told you not to do that, and that transgressions would be punishable."<br><br>He paused to let his words sink in.<br><br>"Do you think you have been naughty? If so then do you think you deserve to be punished, or should I just let you do as you wish?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 17:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha looked up at him for another minute before she lowered her eyes, it was a small thing but her way of letting him know that it wasn't going to be quite that easy. No, he would have to work at it, as much as she wanted him and needed him, she was going to make him work a bit.&nbsp; It wasn't wise, but she couldn't help but smile a bit as he talked about how he knew she had gone through his things. Had he really expected any less?<br><br>She was tempted to tell him she was looking for so much more than just her PDA, she was looking through his personal things so she could get to know him better. It was a more accurate picture of who the man was than anything she'd learn by conversation alone. What was amazing was that she was able to refrain from saying it. <br><br>"Your question is basically asking me if I find fault with my actions, which I don't" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 16:24:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you do not think there is anything wrong in rifling through my personal belongings without my permission?<br><br>I suppose you can justify that by saying you were looking for your pda which I have. <br><br>Fair point. So why did you look on my computer files too? <br><br>To me Trisha, you have been a naughty girl, and naughty girls should be taught a lesson so they do not misbehave again. Don't you think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 19:15:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed to her that he was going to keep asking the same question in different words until she agreed with him, but she didn't. Her rifling through his things was a necessity, not because she was nosy, but she needed to learn who he was. Why didn't he see that? He really should understand that by now she thought with a sigh, she did hate explaining things over and over again. <br><br>"That's two different questions. Do I believe lessons should be taught when needed, yes. Do I think I did anything wrong? No."<br><br>She said it so simply and matter of factly that it was obvious in her mind, she'd been perfectly justified in her actions. But then, Trisha always felt justified in her actions. When she'd hacked his account at the bank to get him fitness equipment, she was justified for it was for his health. When she sent him emails and presents, she was justified for she was showing her love, and she was justified in going through his things for how could she properly look after him, if she didn't know all about him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 13:13:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike noted the evasive response, the dogmatic line.<br><br>"As you are my servant, and I your master, it is I who decide if you have done wrong. I am simply giving you the opportunity to see my viewpoint.<br><br>As for the rest, a lesson needs to be taught. You must be hungry as I am so I have arranged for a cab to take us to eat. Your lesson in obedience - you will come with me dressed as you are. <br><br>Stay in that position whilst I change and do not move. the cab will be here shortly and I must get ready."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 18:11:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trisha watched him leave the room and head back upstairs. She knew, she hoped she knew him well enough, that he wouldn't take her anywhere that could compromise her position with the bank. She trusted that he would take her somewhere out of the immediate area. Other than being seen by someone that could hurt her career, she wouldn't object to going out dressed as she was. Yes, it would be a small humiliation to be in public like this, but she would be out in public with him, that made it worth while to her. <br><br>She waited for him without so much as moving a stray hair from her eyes. The games she knew, and wondered if he did, had only just begun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>brede4me</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 13:57:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike wore fitted charcoal grey trousers and a dark blue shirt, again fitted and unbuttoned at the neck, together with black leather loafers. He had shaved and applied cologne to his face and neck.<br><br>He bent down over Trish and lovingly fingered her panties, just over her pussy, so that she might just feel his finger rubbing her.<br><br>"Mmmmm", he whispered "Good girl ..... sexy sexy sexy" and kissed her lightly on the lips.<br><br>"We are going across town where we are not known - unless the bank has clients there, in which case you might be recognised.<br><br>You will sit at all times, eyes slightly down, and obey my every command. Is that clear? "<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Everything I do (brede4me &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 20:11:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For just a moment she thought to be somewhat of a smart ass and reply something to the effect that she couldn't walk into wherever they were going if she was sitting down, but managed restraint.<br><br>She wanted to to take him again right then and there, he looked every bit as handsome as she'd ever seen him, with his casual elegance. When he touched her, her eyes closed in pleasure and hated the thought of leaving. <br><br>"Crystal clear" 
			</dd>
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