"You'll become accustomed to its my dear," the fat, insipid-looking man sitting in the chair above her gloated, "I remember a few months back when you...could only take half this much."He leered down at her spread-eagled form with a sadistic light in his eyes. This was the way he liked his women, lying at his feet, completely under his domination. She was doing well, this one, and she enjoyed it almost as he did, though of course the favors he heaped upon her such as a luxury apartment, sports. What I like most about my ankle chain is how it jiggles about with a life of its own when I am on my back, legs apart in the air, and my man is taking advantage of my charms. I whisper to him to go faster and harder, to drive deeper into me. I wrap my arms around him and rake his back with my nails and then caress his neck to encourage this. All the time I keep my eye on my chain, watching it dance around my ankle and lower calf as he pounds into me between my legs. I hate it when it works to. "She looked at me and said, "first, handcuff him to his chair then you can do whatever you want with me," and blew me a kiss with BJ lips. It was all too much. I pushed Pete into his chair and handcuffed him through the arms. That way he could wank if he desired.I saw the dildo on the bed, and pushed it to the floor saying, "we will not need that tonight," and threw off the gown revealing my nine-inch very thick rock hard cock ready to do business.Pete said, "we do not have condoms, and she is. Mathews also knew Carol Thompson … and knew what Carol Thompson needed on a regular basis. Carol Thompson, was the Senior Medical Technologist in the laboratory at the major medical center in North Carolinas Triangle where Dr. Mathews was on staff. Mrs. Thompson was highly competent, well respected, and the consummate professional technologist. She was an attractive woman with a slender body hidden under her generally conservative pastel shirt, white hospital pants, and ever-present white lab.