Is it all arranged," Tina asked her manager Peter.
"Yes maam," the bald 50-year-old man said, trotting behind his lady boss.
"How many," asked Tina who was the same age as Peter.
"Four as per your desire maam," he said with a sly smile.
The boss and manager walked into a room in a house located far away in the suburbs, far from her office in the bustling city.
"Shall we get ready," she asked and not waiting for Peter's 'yes maam' put on a mask that covered her face except her eyes and mouth. She went to another room where Peter helped her remove her clothing: black suit trousers and white chiffon shirt.
Nude she sat on the chair and hoisted her legs on the arm rest of the chair.
"Is this fine," she asked, preening her trimmed bush. "Yes," Peter said proudly looking at his work of art: Yes he was the one who got to trim her pussy or shave or oil it when she wanted hair to grow between her thighs.
Peter who was her loyal manager for the past 10 years knew her kinky self from day one of his assuming the post. He was well-paid and had sufficient perks to keep him always happy.
"Want a taste Peter, before they come,' She asked.
"Yes, as always, maam", the obedient servant said and knelt between her well parted thighs and opened her petals and slurped her lobes and bit the clitoris. He knew every small desire of madam, not to mention the big ones.
"Have my taste changed in all the 10 years you have been licking me," she asked.
Knowing well that asking such repeated questions and his answers aroused her and kept her hot, he said: "No maam, you taste just the same," and continued his duty, one of those perks mentioned earlier.
Peter's cellphone rang and he picked it, listened and said 'ok"
