Main jahan job karti hoon, whan mere sath bahot sare ladke kaam karte hai. Mera kaam sab ki information save karna tha, aur baki documents ka kaam mer... tha. Mere pass sab ladko ke phone number unki mails id sab kuch hota tha. Main abhi bhi jawan thi, shadi ke baad abhi tak mushkil se 7 ya 8 baar chudi thi. Meri choot ab mere lund ke liye taras rhi thi. Main office ke sath hi ek rent par room liya hua tha. Mera room me main akeli hi rehti thi.Akeli rehne ki vajah se mere dimag bahot ualta sidha. She'll initially reject these ideas, but as more time passes, the more she'll dwell on them. She'll never realize that I'm the one that planted the ideas in her head to begin with. I don't tend to brag, instead letting my work speak for it's self, but I am on talented sick fuck.We enter the novice room in silence. Unlike most other rooms, this one contains the widest assortment of tools. Whips, clamps, flogs, flails, gags, hoods and cuffs all line the walls and tables. Many other torture rooms. I kept my erect cock in her pussy as we climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor. I looked down at Frank. He had his hands on the arm rest of the chair. His face was on the leather chair. He was sucking my juices and his wife off the black leather. "Keeping sucking Frank. Get the back and the spots on the floor. When you get back. Come up stairs. Kneel outside the your bedroom. Put your ear against the door. Listen to your wife being fucked. She is my sex slave now. Hurry up!" I yelled. There were a few nights when I... well, had a grasp on my...you know what thinking about the i****t thing.Finally school let out and Kim and I raced to my house. My mom greeted us as she always did. Kim was allowed in my room as long as the door was open. But I had Kim talk to my mom to divert her attention while I grabbed the hidden camera. Now I know that my mom likes Kim. They could spend endless hours just talking about nothing. Kim was just too cool. She was so fucking hot. Your.