Boss lady-2

“Look at me.” Jenna said in a surprisingly soft voice.

“I didn’t realize you were such a crybaby, Tim. What seems to be the problem?” she said, resting her hands on the tops of her thighs.

“I don’t know. It just came over me.” I said as I struggled to meet her gaze.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“A little, I suppose.” I said, feeling ashamed of fearing my tormentor. No balls, Timmy. You might as well own up to it.

“Afraid how? What is it about me that makes you afraid?”

“I don’t know.” I said.

She leaned forward. “I want actual answers to my questions, Tim. Is that Understood?”

“I’m sorry.” I said as a surge of desire took hold of me. How long could I remain this close to her gorgeous body without cracking up?

“Tim, is it sexual? Because maybe you’re afraid of how much you want to serve me. I mean, lets face it, that is your style, I’m wagering. Servitude. I’d say you are a timid and submissive man. Agreed?”

I nodded my assent.

“Yes, and that’s just as well, because I don’t think any woman knowing your ugly thoughts regarding womanhood will let you anywhere near her bed.” she said in a cold and level voice. “But you might be handy to have around the house.”