I divorced the lazy bastard. And you?’ ‘No wife. We divorced each other four years ago. Since then I’ve been working too hard. That’s why I’...e lost my tan. Now?’ ‘Now, Alan?’ ‘I’m at a point where I can relax for a few months and get back to living again, instead of doing nothing but work.’ ‘What do you do, Alan?’ Liz asked. ‘Run my own company. What do you do, and why are you in the UK?’ ‘I’m a middle manager for a company providing serviced offices in Sydney. Our major competitor has started. " Sure ...what is it?" Would you mind stopping by one evening to help me rearrange a few things?" "No problem ... Just tell me when." "How about Tuesday?" Tuesday is fine."Her shift ended an hour before mine so we confirmed that I would stop by after I finished my shift. "I will have a little something prepared for you," she said.The implication of her statement caused me to raise my eyebrow but she had already turned and was heading to the copy machine. The image of her fine ass seared slowly. Others will see it and know you are under the control of a Master. Only fools will attempt to gain your attention, and you will recognize them as that. You are mine now. You are under my control. You are for my desires. You serve at my pleasure. In addition, you are under my protection. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." "I need to make a few calls. Put these on while I am busy." He held up a matching pair of white lace panties and bra, and then handed them to her as he left the room. She. He held my hips and aided me slightly, thrusting up to meet me. The car by that stage must have been moving a lot, and I hoped that no one could see is, but if they could was not a concern of mine. I wanted to fuck this man hard and fast. It was a very intense and ferocious moment as I ground my hips into his, feeling him deep inside me. “Play with my tits,” I told Derek. He grabbed my tits, squeezing them through my top, rubbing them and playing with them. Something deep and dark inside me.