Michelle did not take shit from anyone, that was why she was good at her job, why she was top of the business, why she earnt every penny she got. The issue was that her job consumed her life, and people expected her to be as dominating in her private life as she was in business. It was why her marriage fell apart, he had strayed, she had taken him to the cleaners.

That had been 5 years ago, and it had been that long since she had fucked anyone. It had been about 6 months since she had been able to make herself cum, so needless to say she is awfully frustrated.

Michelle had spent years mastering the art of looking professional, never in a skirt above the knee, never in a low cut top. In a way alot of her sexuality had been taken away, or hidden away, just like her E cup breasts which were always in a minimiser bra. Her hair is long and a dark red-brown (dyed to hide the few grey hairs which are popping up). She wears a little makeup, just enough to hide flaws but not enough to scream -look at me-. Her figure, her tiny waist and rounded hips always hidden by the bland business suits she wears.

What she wants in life is the career, and the man, a guy able to handle her, able to sate her desires, and able to provide everything she needs. What she needs is a guy who can control her, fuck her, make her scream.