While I lay on my floor like a sex slave waiting for her master to come home my computer was locked in my car, its timer slowly counting down. At 2:00...m it would automatically share the depths of my depravity with the world and right now I had no way to shut it down. Chapter 4: Crawling for keysRolling on my side I did my best to watch the bondage movie that was playing. A sharp crack of a paddle and the moan of a woman being spanked filled my ears. The noise seemed to reverberate through my. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I grabbed her and pulled myself close, began to suck on her neck and grasp her upper back, thrusting harder. A few second later I felt my orgasm coming on, and didn’t stop. She knew it was coming from my moans and my fast breath.After I came in her perfect body, I continued to thrust into her until I had nothing left. I slid out of her and laid to her side. She moved towards my cock, and grabbed it and started to go down on me again. Using what was already. It was kind of gross when I thought about it, but it felt very nice. He could chomp down as hard as he wanted on my nipples and not do any real damage. While he fingered me and chewed on my tits, his free hand was busy unzipping the side of my skirt and then he pulled it free. I was now sitting totally naked in the back of a public bus while being m*****ed by a dirty old man whose name I didn’t even know. This time the homeless guy had his cock out when I looked as he was jacking off. Just a day earlier, and for years before that, she had been a helper for me, ready to do whatever tasks I, and the office, needed. Nothing sexual, nothing like this. But still, orders. And all that time, whenever I had been around her, I had been very conscious of how much I yearned to take orders from her, instead, how the mere sight of her womanly bust, her legs and especially her feet, were capable of exciting me. I had been with her, talking with her, so many times, doing business as usual,.