“Sorry Master, I’m really sorry.” Throwing in the title of Master was my idea, nothing like adding to a situation. I found out it wasn’t a goo... idea. Bob reached over and grabbed my ear. “I am not your Master! You have a master, who I’m sure will remind you of that later tonight. You will address me as Mr. Bob. Now get that belt off and undo those pants. You won’t be needing them for a long while, I assure you of that.” I took off my belt while thinking why I just didn’t wear sweat pants that. Her hormones were wild after such a broad range of emotions flooded through her. "uh uh uh uhhhnnnhhhh yea, mmmmmm" she gasped over and over again as the wet thwack noise of his skin hitting her skin echoed in the office "yurgghhh take it.. You like your bosses cock. Tell your boss how you like it!" He growled as he slapped her ass. He pulled her hair too. This one likes to be dominated was her assessment of her. This was confirmed with her exclaim of joy and the sudden bucking. I dressed in my thong, hold-ups, bra and slip - all black -and I topped it off with a fitted yellow jacket. I packed some other stuff in a rucksack, then pulled on a sweater and some jogging bottoms over my outfit and drove off to a well known local gay dogging site - a quiet lay-by.It was getting dusk, the right time of day for this, and I was excited to see there were several cars there. Most guys there were after the same as I was, so there should be an appreciative audience. I pulled up and. “C’mon honey, do not leave this way, pleaseeeee….” I begged him crying.Then I felt him climbing on my back and putting his rock hard cock at my wet and wanting opening; pressing just his thick head and nothing else. Suddenly his cell phone rang. He thrust once inside my wet cunt and then he pulled out. I begged him to not answer, but he pulled out and grabbed the phone. He left the bedroom, leaving me helpless…I could hear him telling someone that he was busy now. Then he hung up and I heard.