Her clit was swollen. Buzzing . Ready. She circled it slowly. Spreading the moisture. She concentrated on her little bud. Felt her hips begin to rock....No one had ever seen her do this. She felt rude, wonton, sexy. She closed her eyes. Threw back her head and moaned as her orgasm approached. Bill had squatted down in front of her his face inches away as her fingers worked her clit . ” I can smell you Kim, I can smell you horny wet cunt. Are you close my darling?”“Yes Sir” she managed to. . We need a few days to heal from the trauma, but so worth it.I spent the day relaxing and recovering and in the early evening as I was in a robe and warm socks , enjoying a couple of cold beers and watching TV, he suddenly called and wanted to come by. I told him he was welcome to come by but my asshole was recovering from his damaging fuck so no sex please at least for a few days. He laughed and said he only wanted to come to see me because he missed me already. Those heartwarming words made. “Now, shall we go upstairs?”Jess looked at me dubiously.“And we can take it easy in comfort,” I added, and she sighed with relief.We climbed the short, steep staircase, which led straight into the only room up there, my bedroom. It was relatively tidy in her honor.We lay on the bed and kissed again, still eager and passionate, before I began a tour of her body. I kissed her neck and she wriggled with delight.“Ooh, that’s my favorite,” she giggled.When my mouth alighted on her breasts she braced. She was a loving mistress and we would do anything to make her happy because we loved her and she loved us." What happened?" I'm not sure. It seemed that as time went on, Vickie began to relish the power over us more than she did our love. Then, when she was asked to run the company, power became everything to her. She began to see us, not as loving slaves, but as objects, sex objects, to be used only for her own gratification and then, to further her corporate success. Now, even though Yuki.