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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

it to her. I used my thumb drive with a cleaner program but I copied the last few documents in case something went wrong, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, cookies, everything and overwrote it on the hard drive as well. I would have downloaded a whole lot of rubbish to cover it but the office wi-fi wouldn't let me access the Aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean. I took the Laptop to Cassandra's assistant, Miss Davis. "What the hell happened?" she asked, "The old man nearly had a fit!" "It's a long story," I explained non commitally. The same thing didn't work on Ted Norman. "What the hell happened?" he asked. "She was late!" I told him. "Not according to her, you weren't there until Seven fifteen and then you drove like a lunatic." he said, "And then there's the Services, parking in a disabled space and use of the Ladies rest room." "Right!" I agreed. "And his Lordship has stated categorically that you are banned from his property," he continued, "You walked in on his wife in her nightdress apparently?" "No, no nightdress," I confirmed, "Nothing at all." "So what happened?" he asked. "She staggered out about seven, in yesterdays party dress, I had to find her cases." "And the Services?" he asked. "Sort of a quick change, otherwise no comment." agreed. "Right, well you better hang around because the old man wants you sacked." he insisted. Usually I did the pick up, then went home for the morning and then I came back ... either after lunch and took her on either a Gym run, or Tennis or something else equally important or else merely took her home, or where ever she needed to go. Home was a near derelict terraced house between a fish and chip shop and a bookies, barely a mile and a half from the offices it had three bedrooms, a big garage accessed from a back alley and a sizeable cellar which I had to spend a fortune getting underpinned, and most days I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to work on it between duties, and so far I had the floors and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building site with a microwave, a TV and a bed. I had nothing to do so I used the computer in Ted's office to check my Thumb drive, I idly read her notes for the meeting, £30k per unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 units. although what a unit was I had no idea. Ted came back in, "You got three days suspension," he said, "Start back Friday 9 a.m. here, it's the best I can do." "Fine!" I agreed. and I turned to leave. "You got to drop her at the Hyperion when she finishes this evening." he said, "And take her home after so you need to hang around, sorry." She finished at three forty five, she was livid, all clenched fists and wound up like a clock spring as I drew up outside reception. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the seat, "It's your fault!" she said, "You made me dress like my grandma." "Right, I got a three day suspension because of you," I added. ...