She makes arrangements and heads home.

By the time those forty-five minutes had passed, Deborah had moved Brian under the desk. That way he could continue softly licking her pussy on his knees while she kept working.

“Brian?” said the busty blonde, “how many servants do you have at home? And what are their schedules?”

He lifted up his head slightly. “Only two, and neither are full time. My apartment only requires a couple hours of cleaning every day. Juanita comes daily to clean everything. Also, Antonio is my chef, but I'm never around during the week, so he only comes for lunch and dinner on the weekends.”

As the naked man on the floor was talking, Deborah was looking up the names. She'd had to call them before to make certain arrangements, especially Antonio whenever Brian had had other dinner plans. Now that she knew their were only two servants, this would be easier.

“Hello, Juanita? Yes, this is Mr. Dennison's secretary. He wanted me to inform you that your services will no longer be needed. Don't worry, it's no fault of yours. He's just moving and needs to make other arrangements. He will write you the most amazing recommendation letter and give you a severance package you won't believe. Okay, thank you!”

Deborah made a similar call for the chef, then casually pulled Brian's head back into her crotch. As he started licking again she said, “This will be easier. After we get a new place where nobody knows you, I'll hire a new staff. That way they'll know that I'm in charge. I'll figure out a way to make sure that they never see you, so they won't rile up your social anxiety.”

“Thank you!” mumbled Brian through a face full of pussy.

She let him continue for a minute as she leaned back and relaxed. Then she pushed her chair back. “Come, boy. It's time to go home.”

Deborah took Brian's raincoat off the rack and gave it to him. She let him put his shoes back on along with it so he wouldn't hurt his feet. All the other employees had left, so they didn't meet anyone on their way out. When they reached Brian's BMW, Deborah let him drive, since he knew the way. She intended that to be the last time that he ever drove.

When they reached his building, Brian barely acknowledged the doorman. He now believed that talking to anyone other than Deborah would give him a panic attack, so he avoided eye contact. Once they walked into the penthouse, Deborah had to struggle to keep her composure. The enormous apartment had every luxury she'd ever wanted, and it was hers now. She just had to keep from messing it up.

“Right, make me a martini, boy.”

Brian ran and got her the drink while she made herself comfortable on the softest sofa she'd ever touched. He quickly brought it back to her, then got on his knees at her feet.

Deborah took a drink, quickly realizing that the perfect **** it was made from clearly cost more than what her monthly salary used to be. She smiled.

“Okay, now that that's settled, we need to get a few things straight.”