A new day at work, but honestly what's new about it, anyway? For some people, work is creativity, joy, communication, career growth.... For me, it's something else entirely... You're my boss and I'm your secretary. And for me the word “your” has a whole range of hidden senses. When I think about it, it's not so bad. You're arrogant, self-righteous and demanding bull, who, however, can not be denied in the rich on perversions of fantasy... When you first hired me, I already realized that regular sex with you will be a non-negotiable demand to get this job as well as not lose it... And so I let you do whatever you want to me for two long years, every day at lunchtime. And on Fridays you take me to your house for the whole night. You never ask me if I have a headache, if I'm in the mood or desire.... You just take me like an uncomplaining slave. And every time I have to lie to my husband that I'm spending the night at my college friend's... And how hard it is for me to make up a story for my husband every time why I'm so sleepy and devastated, indifferent to everything around me... Oh, my husband, honey, I'll never be able to tell you about these hot nights of not sleeping a wink, the nights filled with the dirtiest experiments and the endless stormy orgasms... I've long since gotten used to mint gum so my husband wouldn't catch the thick odor of your semen from my mouth... But lately, things have changed. It seems you've had enough of the routine and decided to have some big fun, using me as your inanimate object - without asking for my consent, as your fucking property...