Your Boss' Home

As the car pulls to a full stop, the post-orgasmic excitement has subsided to the level where you begin to remember again quite how incredible your situation is. You are practically naked, miles away from any clothes you own (you are not even too sure where you are at all, you are aware of the general direction the car took from the office, but nothing else), you have just masturbated to an orgasm on a public road in someone else's car and your bottom is still visibly red, even if the pain has taken a somewhat background role by this point. There are two things anchoring your sanity at the moment, however. Firstly, you know the Rulebook, over the power of which you have no doubt by now, can help you smoothen out any rough edges resulting from your adventures. Secondly, Ms Stevens looks perfectly nonchalant about the entire thing as she parks inside the garage after crossing a small front yard and once you both have exited the car, motions for you to return her jacket.

**** as you are to do so, you know you have ****, the jacket being hers and you being at her mercy in all possible ways (your respective work positions being the least relevant of them). You hand her the item, which she puts back on and after you both get your bags you follow her into through an internal garage door. At least she is not taking you into the house via the open space in the front. This is where the non-humiliating news end, however, because the moment the door is opened it is clear immediately that the house is not empty. It is not noisy exactly, but the multitude of small sounds and the unmistakable lovely smell of cooking tell you that it was a mistake not to have even considered the possiblity that someone may be in. Sure, you had other things on your mind and you assumed that Ms Stevens would have warned you (not to mention the other person), but still, you probably should have asked if you would be intruding on anyone or anything by accepting the invitation.

Almost on its own accord your hand moves slightly to shift your handbag into a position where it would protect your modesty to the best degree such a small item can, but Ms Stevens sets her own down, only fishing her phone out of it, and tells you to leave yours on the shoe cabinet as well. You do so, of course, likewise only keeping your phone, feeling even more naked than in the office. You glance around the hallway, admiring the decor that emanates both taste and ambition and noting the interesting layout of the house, as you can see the inside of the front door from where you are having just came in from the garage...

... and then you hear steps, approaching fast. Ms Stevens was just reaching for the next door, but she stops to avoid hitting the person coming towards you, and quite rightly too, as the door is pulled open just a moment later.