"Now go put on that maid outfit I like.She smacked my ass as I walked off to the other room where the black vinyl maid outfit was at. It was laid out ...n a bed with some fishnet stockings and boots. The vinyl slid on and I rolled the stockings up my legs. The boots fit perfectly."Slave! Come here slave, company is here."I rushed out to the living room area to find her in a red rubber dress with matching gloves. She had changed for Steve, one of the lucky men that gets to have sex with her. Steve. At first I was a little usure how to proceed but as I positioned my cock at the entrance to her arse hole and started to push in she just pushed back and I drove straight in 8 inches. She was laughing and crying at the sensation but I was just rampant. I just started to stroke my cock in and out of her tight hole as she called me all kinds of names. Malcolm had already left for golf but Sylvie must have heard the language coming from both of us, it was filthy. We both kept grinding until. I can take you back to your car after dinner." All right. Do you know where my office is?"After exchanging directions, the two women parted. Britt turned around to watch Reese walk away, only to find her frank glance met by the embarrassed gaze of her erstwhile date. The blonde quickly turned around again and stumbled a bit in her rush to escape. Britt grinned and got in the elevator, headed to her office.At quitting time, Britt showed up outside the door of Reese's office, watching her prey. You do what I say.’ Ridiculous, I think to myself. ‘Yes, Cayla,’ I reply. ‘You, my sleeve’. I don’t understand ‘I say, you my sleeve.’ I still don’t understand. A pause. Sounds like she is checking something on her phone. ‘Slave’, the voice from the dictionary on her phone calls out. ‘Oh’, she laughs. ‘You, my slAve.’ ‘Yes, Cayla.’ ‘Take off clothes.’ That’s ridiculous. Here, in the office! But the voice seems to come from within my own mind. I find myself complying. Worst of all, my cock is.