. . even I taste good on his fingers.His hands skim up my arms to the cuffs above my head, and he unclips them, freeing me. Turning me around so I'm f...cing the wall, he tugs on my hair, pulling me into his arms. He angles my head to one side and skims his lips up my throat to my ear while holding me flush against him."I want in your mouth." His voice is soft and seductive. My body, ripe and ready, clenches deep inside. The pleasure is sweet and sharp.I moan. Turning to face him, I pull his head. His hands were on my arm, my waist, my back, sometimes on my butt below the waist. But he was discreet and didn't do anything unusual in front of other people in the company. Tommy noticed, and he encouraged it again. Of course he would. He was using me to cement an important business contact, and it turned him on no end to be reminded that Stan had got into his wife's pussy, even though he thought it was only with fingers.At one point, Stan steered me into an office that was empty and dark,. Johnson brought another woman into their games and insisted Mother pleasure her, I knew he would do the same with me. I just hoped he would have one primary woman who he'd keep her entire life, and that I would be that woman. After all, I did have an occasional fantasy of living with him happily ever after, of children and grandchildren and growing old together. But even those fantasies had me collared and other women living with us, in all that term implies.I didn't often look that far into. I didn’t protest that much. I had wrapped my legs around him and rubbed my hands all over his sweaty back, begging him to fuck me hard. He gave me pleasure. I could still hear myself screaming, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”I sighed and felt my sore ass with my palm. It felt sensitive and twitchy. As I lay there for a few minutes, taking in the smells on the bed, my eyes fell on the clock on the wall.25 minutes past 10Oh gosh! My mother was probably looking for me! EVERYONE was probably looking for me..