[u]The PA pt 1[/u] - Sex Stories

[u]The PA pt 1[/u]

... lips, perhaps nervously or perhaps in anticipation, giving nothing away, he couldn’t tell not having known her enough to make a judgement ...yet. He explained that it was “a few friends only and now her that knew of the place and it was to stay that way,” she promised that it would be her secret as well now and he nodded his happiness at that acknowledgement, before he steered her back to the lift, muttering “not tonight my sweet” under his breath as they were whisked upwards. He kissed her hand saying she had a day or two to be ready to start, Peter would see to moving her and he would be away till the next weekend, she was to be ready to start on the Monday following, he waved her goodbye and Peter whisked her to her meagre flat asking when she would be ready for collection before he left her, her mind awhirl. The next few days were a dizzy rush of logistical items, stopping mail, milk, and her domestic power supplies, telling friends of her new job as PA to a millionaire, leaving out the sexual duties, and giving her mobile number, then lastly arranging the flat for renting out. Peter and a gardener named George moved her personal items to her new home, and she was soon busy arranging her nicknacks around the wonderful flat, by the Saturday she was in and found she could take breath again. On Sunday she caught up with Barnes help on the computer so that by the Monday she was little miss efficiency and on top of her job...she hoped. At 7.30 sharp he swept into the dining ...

... room, dressed in PJ`s and a dressing gown and hungry as a hunter, over the food they caught up not mentioning anything to do with non domestic items, to her surprise, he did however say she could “go buy a car!” She asked, not wishing to overdo things what she could spend to which he replied “Peter knows all about it” and the subject was closed. After the morning meeting at 9, Peter collected her setting off into the nearby city swishing through the traffic in the Bentley obviously on his way to a specific garage. They came to a halt in front of the grandest garage in the high street and the ever helpful chauffeur led her into the palatial showroom. Before she could argue a cream Mercedes sport was ordered paid for off a credit card and she was back in the Bentley on her way back to the house, only having been consulted as to the colour of the upholstery, the sound system and the type of roof. Her old e****t would have to go now, though she was reluctant as she had loved the little car, but it was out of place here on the great estate. The days passed, a week, a month, she was now part of the team, and efficient slick well dressed, never a hair out of place, constant companion to Ted, who never once put a finger on her the whole time. She began to think the question about sex and pain was just to frighten her at the interview, but then she would remember the lift and the dungeon, she knew in her heart of hearts that it was no figment of her imagination she knew one day the day ...