The hand on her clit was rubbing at a fast pace. The bulge in my cock seemed to move with her breathing. In and out, up and down. Her lips became more...and more legible. “Cum...for….me…….MASTER!” I made out with fucking disbelief. As soon as I made out the moaning whispers my dick jumped in the slender sluts vice grip hands and unleashed a wave cum. My legs stiffened and my ass muscles flexed like biceps. I could feel every sperm race from my balls to the slender slut’s throat. The veins in my. The two men tie my hands with a rope and truss me up off the ground, then held suspended only inches into the air, left quite helpless.Realizing my dire situation and being at the woman’s mercy, an attitude swing has me sounding apologetic, humble, and now wishing to be a reasonable sort of man.Yet wisdom kicked in too late, the obese old woman motions her men to begin removing all my clothing. Shortly after they had begun, I am hung naked and feeling humble before this enraged woman. Her two. ’ ‘Yes I work alongside a Rebecca Marsh. What is your father’s name?’ ‘Wallace.’ Gary was shocked into silence. The babe demanded, ‘Why has that switched you off.’ ‘I-I confused about this. Why would Rebecca refer you to me? She is very suspicious that I, um, that I exploit women.’ ‘So you think this is a test?’ Andy swallowed and lied he hadn’t thought of that. ‘Ah I know. Rebecca told me you had come to work for them after being pushed out of your previous job. She would have interviewed you. I waited for an hour. No response. It was 8Pm. I went on and fixed myself dinner. Pasta: I was'nt hungry,all my thoughts were fixated on one little email.I forced the food down my throat and went in for a shower a while later.. I heard my blackberry beep.Could that be them I thought? I ran out of the shower without drying myself it. An picked up by blackberry with my semi-wet hands The subject read:RE:Hey, Meet us at 9:30 at the la quinta motel: Room 34. Bring supplies" I excited and a little.