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By New Man (ron2309@hotmail.com)


Everything was going well. The pre-holiday closedown party was in full swing. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jean noticed Ian standing in the corner on his own. She didn’t really understand why her husband Stan and his friends didn’t like the lad. He was 22 and with a bit of moulding, she thought, would be an extremely good looking guy. 5’10" a slim body, a very attractive face with those piercing brown eyes and dark hair.

Stan had told her that he was a little pervert who could not control himself. Every time he saw a picture of a naked woman or the lads talked dirty, Ian would get a lump in his trousers. They had nicknamed him "Nobby."

Jean noticed Stan and his friends moving towards Ian, laughing.

"Hey Nobby," Stan shouted above the noise of the music.

Everybody turned knowing what was coming.

"You're hiding something over there in the corner?" Stan shouted "You all hard again you pervert."

Ian’s face reddened. Stan's mate Alan shouted, "C'mon Ian lets see what's UP!"

Everyone laughed except Ian.

Jean quickly moved over to the little crowd who surrounded Ian.

"Come on lads, the funs over now. I think Ian wants to go home," she said.

Stan turned to her. "Best place for the little prick. He shouldn’t be around decent people the little pervert."

Tears began to well up in Ian’s eyes. Jean grabbed his arm and said, "Come with me and I’ll get you a taxi."

She walked him to the exit where there were a line of cabs waiting, put him in the front one and before she closed the door said, "Pay no attention to Stan; he’s just a bully who likes to humiliate people. He’s not so scary if you stand up to him."

"Thanks Jean," replied Ian. Two words that she would hear frequently over the next two weeks.

Saturday morning Jean had got up early to see off Stan. Stan and the lads were going on a two week fishing holiday. She was glad. They hadn’t really had a decent holiday together since they had married, always arguing. Now they did their own thing during the Factory break.

Having been up early she had completed the housework and had headed into town. She had done the shopping and was heading back to the car when she spotted Ian. He was wearing a pair of those funny baggy trousers that she had always seen him in and walking towards her.

"Hello Jean," he said and smiled. "Do you want a hand with those bags?"

"Oh hi Ian, yes that would be nice, thank you."

"It’s the least I can do after what you did last night. I’ll carry them back to the car for you."

He took the bags and they walked together to her car. He put the bags in the back and turned to say goodbye.

"Hey Ian, are you doing anything special now? Only I need a hand with this at the other end, would you like a cup of coffee"

"No I was about to do some shopping but that can wait. I think a coffee would be nice."

They got to her place and he carried the bags into the house. He helped her unpack as she put all of the food and things away.

"You have a lovely house Jean."

"Thank you. Now go and sit down in the lounge whilst I make the coffee. How do you like it?"

"White with two sugars."

Ian sat on the sofa in the lounge and Jean came in a couple of minutes later with the coffees.

"Why do the guys all pick on you Ian? You shouldn’t put up with it you know."

"Oh its something I’m used to ever since my, Oh you don’t want the hear that, sorry."

"What for? What happened? You can talk to me you know."

"You sure you don’t mind Jean, only I have never told anyone before."

Jean leaned forward, took his hand and said "I’m a good listener Ian." And smiled.

"My parents died in a fire when I was eleven, I was put into care and then a foster home. I was twelve when it happened. I woke up one morning and my thing was swollen. I panicked and run downstairs screaming. My foster mother took one look and started screaming too. She run to the phone and called the police shouting that I was trying to assault her. The Police came and I was taken away.

"When I told them that I thought there was something wrong with me and that I didn’t know what to do, they would not believe me. I was taken away and put in a secure Home. Nothing ever came about from this but because it was on my record I was kept in the home until I was sixteen. The boys all called me a pervert and other names and the girls just run away from me.

"I still don’t know what I did wrong.

"I was kicked out of the home at sixteen and put in a bedsit. I found a job in the factory where I have been ever since. I still get a swelling every time anyone shows me pictures of naked ladies or when I am spoken to by a girl and even when the men tell me sexy stories. I just can’t help it."

Jean looked down at his crotch area. She could see a bulge. "My god," she thought. "He has those baggie trousers on and I can still see the lump. What has he got down there?"

"So you’ve never had a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Never kissed a girl?"

"No."

"Oh it’s no wonder that you’re suffering, you poor guy."

She leant over, took the coffee cup out of his hand and put it on the table. She then turned to him and said "I think we can change some of that now."

"Would you like to kiss me Ian?"

"Oh yes, I think I would. Thank you Jean. But what about Stan?"

"It’s only a kiss between friends Ian. Nothing that Stan need know about."

"Come to me Ian, just part your lips a bit, like this."

Ian did what he was told. Jean leant forward and slowly kissed him. He sat as if frozen but she noticed that the bulge in his trousers was far more pronounced.

"Ian, I am going to put my tongue in you mouth and lick your lips, I want you to do the same to me, Follow my tongue with yours, okay."

"Okay."

She kissed him again, this time with her tongue. He took it into his mouth and followed her lead. When she took her tongue out, he followed it with his into her mouth. She then realized his potential. "This tongue has got to be four inches long" she thought. "It is tickling my tonsils. I think I am going to enjoy this."

They enjoyed the kisses for a good half an hour with Jean gently instructing Ian and he was willing to learn. And he learned fast. At some point during this lesson her hand had fallen to his crutch. She had felt his hardness only briefly but was pleasantly surprised. She could not be sure but it felt huge. It was then she had abandoned all semblance of respectability and decided that Ian was going to get to get the lesson the poor lad deserved.

"Now Ian, I want you to take my hand and kiss it, just gently, no tongue." This he did eagerly.

"Undo the button on my sleeve and kiss the inside of my wrist." He complied.

"Now the other hand and do the same," her hand was shaking when he took it and her breath had quickened.

"Are you alright Jean?"

"Oh yes" she replied "Wonderful thank you. Now I want you to kiss all over my face and then work your way around my neck and down to my chest."

He kissed her lips, then her eyes, then her nose then her chin and slowly down her throat to her cleavage.

"Undo the buttons Ian and slowly kiss down my body until all of them are undone"

Slowly he worked down her body, past her breasts down her stomach over her navel until he reached the top of her skirt.

"I am going to take off my bra, I want you to sit back and watch and then I want you to kiss me all over my breasts. Okay."

"Sure."

She quickly removed her bra, throwing it onto the floor. He moved towards her and started to kiss her mounds.

"Now I want you to hold my nipple gentle between your teeth and then suck."

She lay back as he complied. She had never been given this much pleasure before. He worked on each of her nipples adding his own variations to the instructions he had been given. Jean lay back moaning.

"Now I want you to kiss down my stomach again but this time pull down my skirt. It is elasticized at the top so if you pull it gently it will come off. Make sure you don’t pull down my knickers yet. I want you to kiss all the way down my leg as you take off my skirt."

Ian got to work gently kissing down and down until her skirt was off and he was kissing her foot. Without being told he then took her other foot and after kissing that for a while, slowly kissed his way back up her leg until he reached her pants.

"Now I want you to remove my knickers, kissing the inside of my leg this time."

He hooked his thumbs in the elastic and slowly pulled them down. He kissed through her pubic hair and her lips. That she had not expected. He then gently kissed down the inside of her thigh as he removed her pants. Once again he worked on one foot and then the other, slowly kissing the inside of her leg until he had worked all the way back up to her hairline.

"I want you to part my lips like this and lick me here, slowly. Then move up to this and gently suck and bite like I showed you on my nipples."

Ian then took his first taste of a woman. He slowly licked her lips, her slit, and the moved to her bud. Jean started bucking and moaning louder and louder. Ian stopped.

"Jean, I’m not hurting you am I?"

"No Ian, please carry on. Don’t worry about the noises I am making. I will explain them later."

Ian went back to work, licking, biting and sucking. He saw the hole and slipped his tongue into it. Jean was surprised but the pleasure Ian was giving was so intense she had her first orgasm. She could not hold back and came, screaming, bucking into his face, holding his head in place so he couldn’t stop.

Slowly she came down only to realize that he was still working on her. Ian had sensed that he was giving Jean pleasure and he carried on with his task. Jean soon felt the heat build again in her loins.

Now it was make or break time. How far was she going to go? Ian was working away on her and she was rapidly losing control again. She made up her mind.

"Ian, take off you clothes. Quickly"

Ian stood up, He took off his T-shirt. Jean sat and watched. His torso rippled with muscles. He had well defined abs and a large mop of hair on his chest. She marveled at the sight. "Why has no-one discovered this guy before" she thought.

He took off his socks and then undid his belt. He stopped.

"I’m not sure I can do this. I have a swelling again and I don’t want you to laugh at me like the others."

"Ian, I told you, I am not going to laugh, but if we are going to be friends I need you to do this for me."

He unbuttoned his trousers and undid his fly. He slipped out of his trousers and stood before her trying to cover the bulge in his Jockey shorts with his hands.

"Now take down your Jockeys Ian."

He stood there shaking and then made up his mind. He lowered his shorts and stood letting his swelling loose. It was huge. As thick as his wrist and as long as Jeans curling tongs.

Jean leant over and took his swelling in her hands. Slowly she rubbed it up and down.

"Now don’t worry if you come Ian. It is your first time and I expect it will be over soon."

How wrong she was.

Ian could feel the pleasure. Jean was stroking his swelling, the constant pain and grief that this had given him had been overtaken by the pleasure of this woman rubbing him gently, massaging him, making him feel so much better. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Jean could wait no longer. She was wet, she was hot and she was excited.

"Ian. Come here and kneel between my legs."

He knelt. She guided him to her opening.

"Slowly press forward and the pull backwards as if you were rocking in a rocking chair."

He pressed forward and entered her; he rocked back then forward again, further this time, back and forth until he was embedded deep inside her. Jean was full, she had never imagined that someone could give this much pleasure. She moved in rhythm with his actions expecting him to shoot at any second but he carried on the steady rocking back and forth. Then he did something wonderful. He started to circle as he rocked. She moved with him, her loins heating with every grind. Her nerve ends tingling as he moved. Something exploded in her head and she realized that the screaming was her. Another orgasm, then another, then another.

He carried on faster now but still gentle. She bucked with him, faster and faster and faster, riding that wave of passion and exploding in orgasm again.

She did not know how long it had been happening but knew that she was experiencing something extremely special.

Ian had speeded up and was now on the verge, she was still moving with him and was fast approaching the same space. She felt him tense and another explosion happened in her brain. This time she felt an explosion deep inside her as 22 years worth of pent up frustration hit her inner walls. Ian was coming, and coming and coming, shouting

"Oh No! Oh No! I’m sorry Jean! I’m sorry Jean. I’m weeing inside you, I’m sorry!"

"Ian, That’s not wee, You’re coming, Don’t Worry my love, Don’t worry you poor boy."

Ian’s spasms slowly subsided and he came to rest still inside Jean. She kissed him and held him. He was like a scared child as she cradled him in her arms.

"Oh Jean, what did I do to you?"

"Ian, What you did was give me the best Sex a woman has ever had. You were so sweet and gentle and you were a very quick learner."

She looked over at the clock. It was 5 pm. They had got back from town at 10.30 that morning. She did a quick calculation. He must have been inside her for at least 3 hours. That was amazing. No wonder she felt drained. Her energy levels low.

"Lets have something to eat and then we can talk. You need to be told the facts of life now you have experienced the action."

"Thanks Jean."

They ate well, a pasta meal, quick, easy to make and full of energy. She explained the facts of life to him and he listened intently. Everything now made sense.

"How would you like to get your own back on the guys that have been making your life hell for the past six years Ian?"

"How?"

"I have a plan. Can you come here again tomorrow?"

"Yes Jean."

"Be here at 9.00. I will explain all then."


When Ian had gone Jean phoned Alice. Alice was Alan’s wife and a lifelong friend. They told each other everything. Alice had had a few affairs and as she had once said to Jean. "Why shouldn’t I go elsewhere, Alan is lacking in his marital duties so those duties need to be done for him."

Jean explained what had happened.

"This guy has kept me at it all afternoon Alice. I have never experienced anything like it. He is fit, strong and totally compliant. The biggest and I mean biggest guy you have ever seen and he lasts for hours. He’s coming back tomorrow but I don’t think I can handle him on my own. Would you come over and help?"

"What are you suggesting Jean, a threesome?"

"Exactly."

"Wow now that’s tempting, Alan hasn’t done his job for ages. Why not."

"Be here for quarter to nine."

"In the morning?"

"Yes. Believe me it will be worth it"

"Okay, see you in the morning."


Alice duly arrived and sat in the Lounge with her coffee. AT nine the doorbell rang and Jean went out to answer. Alice heard voices in the hall and then in walked Jean with Ian.

"Nobby?" queried Alice. "You’re joking Jean?"

"No, Alice. I’m not joking and unless you change your tune you are not going to find out how "nobby" Ian is. His name is Ian and he is about to give you something that will stick in your mind for the rest of you life."

"Hello Alice. Nice to see you," said Ian meekly.

Alice looked at Ian and then at Jean. She silently mouthed the word "Nobby?"

Jean turned to Ian and said. "I think Alice needs to be convinced Ian. Take off your clothes."

Ian stripped. His muscles rippled, the hair on his chest showing dark against his skin. He removed his Jockeys and Alice almost choked on her coffee.

"Nobby" she sighed staring directly at his swelling. "Is that thing always like that."

"No" said Ian. "Sometimes it's bigger."

"I can vouch for that," said Jean.

Alice finished her coffee in gulps and excitedly said. "Well if Ian’s naked I am getting naked too."

She quickly took off her clothes all the time staring intently at Ian's swelling. She couldn’t take her eyes off it in case it disappeared.

Ian stood erect and proud. Now he knew why and knew what he could do with it he was no longer afraid. It would please women. That’s what he had always wanted to do. Please people.

Jean said to Ian, "Alice is going to do something that I don’t like doing. Alice's favorite thing is to suck a man. I have tried this but cannot get used to the taste. Alice loves it so she will show you how its done"

Alice knelt in front of Ian took his swelling in her hand and licked the end. "Nobby" she whispered to his member. "At last I have found you."

She took his helmet in her mouth sucking slowly and gently. Then she moved her head so that it was touching the back of her throat. This she repeated many times as Ian stood and felt the pleasure. He moaned. This felt good.

Alice sucked , nibbled and rubbed him knowing that with all of her experience he would be coming within minutes. This was what she was good at and had never had a man last more than five minutes under her tender ministrations. Her head moved quicker as her hands rubbed up and down his shaft. She felt herself getting wet. Jean sat on the couch watching. This made Alice even more excited. Ian moaned.

Twenty minutes later and Alice was exhausted. The muscles in her neck ached and her arms were like dead weights. She had to stop. She was so wet but could do no more with her mouth.

"Kneel on the sofa Alice," Jean ordered.

Alice got up, walked to the sofa and knelt. She pointed her buttocks out and leant forward exposing her labia to the world.

"Take her Ian. From behind."

Ian walked over to Alice. He put his swelling to her opening and slowly moved forward. Alice was so wet that she received him willingly. He slowly started pumping. Jean came over and kissed him on the lips. She moved her hand to his buttock and pushed in time with his rhythm. Slowly he rocked back and forth. Alice was in heaven and each time he rocked forward she rocked back. She had never felt a sensation like this before. Most of her lovers had been good but none of them could match this.

The rhythm kept up. Alice came like never before, squealing with pleasure. The rhythm kept up. Alice came again and again, squirming, squealing, begging Ian not to stop. Sex was never going to be the same again. She knew it. The rhythm kept up. Alice’s mind went on walkabout, she didn’t know where she was, she didn’t know who she was, all she could feel was the intense pleasure inside her, she was sure she had fainted but no. The pleasure was still there. The rhythm kept up. Suddenly she felt the rhythm increase she came again, this time laughing out loud and shouting "Thank you! Thank You! Thank You!" continuously.

She felt him explode inside her, She felt her walls coated with his fluid, she felt the pleasure as his swelling expanded and contracted in time with his spasms. She collapsed on the sofa, filled, satiated, fulfilled never to be the same again.

Finally she looked up. Jean was stood above her looking down with a smile on her face. She was naked. Alice vaguely remembered seeing her frantically fingering herself whilst watching Ian’s invasion.

"I think Ian needs cleaning up now Alice," she stated. Alice turned to find Ian stood in front of her.

"My god he’s still hard!" she exclaimed.

"Yes," said Alice. "And it’s my turn now. So clean him up for me please."

Alice took his swelling in her hands. She licked the juices from his helmet, she licked around his foreskin, she squeezed him expelling the last of his saltiness from his end. She licked that off and then forced him into her mouth. It took her a good five minutes to complete the task in hand. The taste of him mingling with her own juices was like nectar to her tongue.

All the time he was kissing and fondling Jean. Alice sat back completely satisfied.

Jean and Ian collapsed to the floor. He kissed her passionately his hands all over her body. He moved his hands down to her pubic mound and inserted a finger. He inserted a second and slowly worked them in and out. Jean was bucking on his hand and she came screaming with joy. Alice watched as Ian mounted her. She watched as he rode her. She watched as Jean came again and again, She watched and watched unable to take her eyes off this spectacle. The beast was unleashed and his rhythm was primeval.

Alice heard Jean’s cries of joy, she heard Ian’s grunts of passion, she watched his shaft moving in and out. She was captivated by the sheer beauty of it all.

She saw him pick up speed she saw Jean match his rhythm. She watched them as they both peaked at the same time in throes of passion. She watched them kiss as they both came down. She watched his swelling subside and slide from Jeans opening. She looked on in awe as they both held each other. Tears in their eyes. She cried with them at the sheer pleasure of it all.

Jean broke the spell. "I’m hungry."

Alice and Ian agreed.

"Christ, we’ve been here all day. It’s six o’clock," said Alice

"Time flies when you’re enjoying yourself," said Jean.

"Oh yeah" Alice replied and then giggled.

"Tomorrow it’s Lynne’s turn." Said Jean.

"John’s wife? Does she know yet?"

"No, but she will."

"She’s a bit stuck up. I don’t think that she will go with it Jean."

"I know a thing or two about her, I am sure she will oblige."

"Can I come back?"

"Next week it will be just you and me Alice. This week we have some serious pleasure to give."

That night Ian stayed.

Jean made the phone call to Lynne inviting her over for coffee first thing. Lynne thought it a little early but agreed anyway. She was curious. Lynne and Jean had never been close but it would be nice to have a nose around her house, and besides Jean was a very attractive lady, who knows what might happen.

Jean and Ian slept well, their passion had returned and they had made love again that evening and way into the night. In the morning they ate breakfast together for the first time and Jean outlined her plan for Lynne.


Lynne arrived on time and was shown in by Jean.

She sat on the sofa as jean made the coffees. They both sat and chatted.

"So are you missing John?" asked Jean.

"No, not really," was the reply.

"I’m missing Stan already," Jean stated. "I miss him in bed."

"Oh" said Lynne "Me and John have never been that physical."

"I am sorry the hear that Lynne," said Jean.

"It's not a problem, I just don’t like that sort of thing all that much. John gets what he wants but we just don’t do it all that often."

Jean leant over towards Lynne and noticed her eyes looking towards her cleavage. She moved back.

She then leant across Lynne and put her cup on the table placing her hand on Lynne's thigh as she did so. She felt Lynne quiver. She left her hand there and said.

"I miss sex so much. I need to feel someone close to me every day."

Lynne blushed. Jean moved her hand and started stroking Lynne's thigh. Lynne responded by parting her legs slightly.

"Do you really" she asked trying to speak normally.

Jean moved her hand up Lynne's thigh slowly and gently. She leaned across and kissed her on the lips. Lynne responded, gently at first and then with a passion and urgency that took Jean by surprise. She had known for ages that Lynne fancied her. Now was the time to take advantage of that situation.

"I am going upstairs to change'" said Jean. "When I come back down I want you naked, sat on the sofa, playing with yourself. Otherwise it ends now." She walked out.

Lynne stood up. "I must get out of here'" she thought as she undid her blouse, "I must get out of here'" she thought as she removed her bra, "I must get out of here" she thought as she took off here trousers, "I must get out of here" she thought as she removed her pants, "I must get out of here" she thought.

She heard footsteps on the stairs and sat down moving her hand to her already wet slit. She rubbed. "I must get out of here" she thought as the door opened. She gasped, there in front of her stood Jean, no clothes, just Jean. She had dreamed about this moment for years. How much she had wanted this began to show as she increased the speed of her hand.

Jean sat next to her.

"I have heard rumors about a local woman having an affair with a married man'" she said. "It appears that the wife found out and caught them at it. Instead of causing a fuss she joined in. All of them seemed to enjoy the situation which continued for a few months. Then the husband started to complain that he was being left out of the fun and that the girls were getting too close. He put a stop to it all about three months ago. The woman has been phoning regularly trying to restart the fun. She must be totally frustrated now. Three months without that action. What do you think."

"She must be frustrated."

"Enough to beg for it?"

"Yes."

"Yes What."

"Yes please. Please make love to me Jean. You know I have wanted this for ages. Please Jean."

"Right. Lie down on the floor now."

Lynne lay down.

Without speaking Jean knelt over Lynne's head and lowered herself to her mouth. Lynne eagerly moved her tongue across Jean’s sex and worked frantically at her clitoris, and hole. Jean worked at Lynne with her fingers until Jean could take no more. Jean stopped.

"I have something special for you Lynne."

Lynne felt her legs being lifted. She could see nothing except Jeans cute slit and the small pucker of her arsehole. She felt a pressure at the opening and then a beautiful warm sensation as something long and hard entered her. This was huge. "Jean must have a toy in me," she thought. The intrusion moved in and out filling her deepest recesses. It moved in and out releasing her bodily juices like never before. She concentrated on Jean’s clitoris and felt Jean tense and quiver as she came at last. "How is she doing this, she is in the throws of passion and still plunging her toy deep in and out of my love hole," thought Lynne.

"How is she holding my legs when her hands are rubbing my breasts?"

"God this feels good."

Jean moved off and Lynne stared in incredulity. There in front of her was "Nobby" buried deep inside her giving her more pleasure than she had had in all of her life. His rhythm was amazing, his depth completely filling her not only physically but mentally too. The orgasm come completely out of the blue. Something exploding in her mind like fireworks. Still the fulfillment continued. Jean was now sucking on her nipples and Ian working faster. Lynne exploded again and again. She begged Ian not to stop. She pleaded for more, she screamed obscenities when she came. She was completely overcome with the whole situation.

She drifted in and out of consciousness, each waking moment bringing further intense pleasure, so much that with each climax she collapsed into a faint. For the rest of her life she would remember and strive for the pleasure that this experience was giving her. She would never be the same again.

Ian increased the tempo again and again until at last he exploded deep inside Lynne's wet, hot chasm, her own spasms intensifying in time with his, her screaming echoing around the room. She laid there with her legs apart as Ian slipped out of her love hole. She watched as Jean and Ian fell into each other’s arms. She couldn’t move as Jean moved over Ian and impaled herself on his long, glistening pole.

She watched as Jean rode Ian with the intensity of a Cavalry man riding into battle. She watched as Ian’s hips moved up and down, his shaft impaling Jean bringing her to ecstasy time and time again. She watched Jeans explosions, she watched and remembered and hoped for a repeat performance.

Eventually they all came to rest. Lynne still hadn’t moved as Jean and Ian came down from the heights of their pleasure.

"Well Lynne. Did Nobby fulfill your expectations?"

"I can’t believe this! I have been duped! You both took advantage of me! Wait until I tell John what you have done!"

"I don’t think that you will tell John anything Lynne." Said Jean. "I can’t imagine that you would jeopordise your marriage and besides you cannot tell me that your begging and pleading meant nothing. No I think you will go home and act the dutiful wife. We might have let you do this again but now you will have to plead for it. Next time you will be totally subservient or you will not get anything. Now get dressed and go home. I will phone you later in the week and let you know what will happen."

Lynne started to get up when Ian spoke for the first time.

"Lynne. Come here and suck my cock." Jean looked at Ian and he winked back at her.

"I have Jeans juices all over my cock and I want you to clean the off. Do it now, bitch!"

"No, I will not," said Lynne as she knelt in front of Ian.

"No I won’t suck you," she said as she took his took him in her hands.

"I don’t suck cock." She said and then took Ian in her mouth. She sucked the helmet, licked the fluid from around his head. Licked up and down his shaft and finally took him deep within her throat. Ian decided that this woman needed a lesson so he relaxed and took in the pleasure. It was minutes before he came. He held her head tight and forced his shaft to the back of her throat. He came squirting more and more of his juices down her throat. She swallowed, at first tentatively and then eagerly. When he had finished she had swallowed it all.

"Now go home!" he shouted. "Every time you make love in the future you will think of me and Jean. You will think of how you begged and pleaded for pleasure and of how much you were given. Next time I see you I expect you to call me Sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir." She dressed and left.