My First Surrender: The BBW Boss Who Owned Me That Night
Late afternoon in my cramped apartment. Notes from the meeting scattered on the desk. I’d stripped to boxers and tee, nursing a whiskey, earned after a long day. Brunet, stocky, pushing forty, beard hiding the soft gut. Cigarette lit when the doorbell buzzed. Fuck, a salesman? No one expected. I cracked the door, hiding my…