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Driving Miss Jones

Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

say!" a rather dishevelled young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, Lord Baxter's eldest son, and heir, "Might have knocked." he set down the mirror with twin trails of powder across it as carefully as his trembling fingers would allow, "What you want?" "Miss Jones cases," I asked, he looked blank, "Cassandra, Cassie." he looked blank, "Jonesey?" "Right, bangs like a dead fish," he said, "Not paying for that." "Case and grip!" I demanded, but I had seen the grip already and her laptop on the dresser. I grabbed the Laptop, an image of a girl on a pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn film, I marvelled at the girl's capacity to take what looked like a telephone pole inside her for a split second, before I yanked out the broadband and charger leads and stuffed it all in its protective soft case. "That's her work Laptop you idiot!" I said, as I put it in her case and realised her suit was missing. To my relief I found it hung neatly on the back of the bedroom door, so I folded it and put it away carefully. Her grip was beside the bed with all it's contents strewn around, "Insisted on me wearing a Johnny!" he explained, and added "Bitch!" as an afterthought as I gathered up the contents. I grabbed the case and grip and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, "Not good enough, bloody servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall report you to your employer." I knew his type from the army, cowardly little pricks that ... hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 fire in Iraq or IEDs in Helmand. "Very good sir, will that be all sir," I said and I wished I had a hand free to thump him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone steps outside, but managed to stay upright and I put the cases in the back of the car with Miss Jones. "In the boot!" she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the driving seat and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel spin, not that I didn't leave a pair of tyre tracks all the way across the gravelled forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive. The chances of getting to the office by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut Cassie up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nissan Micra, doing 35 just round a slight curve which I took at 90, I'm sure she shut her eyes but the grass verge was wide and I just slid down the inside on the grass like I knew what I was doing, whew. The M1 is just impossible, but we were late so the traffic was even heavier than usual but there she was half asleep looking for all the world like last evenings whore on her way home to sleep the day away not the Director of European sales for a major international company. It was a split second decision but the inside lane was moving fastest so I eased the big black Chrysler across and suddenly the slip to the services was right there and I thought she ...