After a couple of more minutes of this he finally pulled out as I gasped for air. Still holding my hair he now twisted me around on the bed and had me...get on my hands and knees. He let go of my hair and shoved my head down onto the bed so that my ass was sticking up in the air. He now took his belt and began to whip my ass hard, the pain searing through me until after a minute or so, he climbed behind me and taking hold of his cock, shoved it into my cunt. For a minute he stayed that way as he. They wear worn out work jeans, flannel shirts, hard hats, tool belts, and steel toed boots and so do I. My dad had warned me in the very beginning if I wanted their respect, this is how it had to be. The clients and the interior designers could show up in their heels and make up, but not me. Any sign of weakness or “being a girl” would allow them to take advantage of me, so as far as the job was concerned, I was the Domliest Dom of the bunch, and they all knew it. I knew they referred to me as. She heard and then saw hium walk around her slowly: once, twice, three times. Circling like someone inspecting a potential purchase. After the third time, he stopped directly in front of her and crouched down. He lifted her chin to look directly into his eyes. His face was firm, but not angry. She knew, without his saying anything, that she was not to look away, no matter what. She felt his fingers on her right breast, gently caressing and stroking it. His thumb rubbing the nipple in slow. . He shook his head and warned himself to stop with his naughty thoughts of her. He looked down at the bulge in his pants. He couldn't stop....It was a quarter after 2 am when the girls began to settle down for the night. John was still in his study, reclined in his comfortable leather chair, still trying to work. But the spreadsheet was still blank, as John constantly opened his Internet browser and watched porn, then closed it, pretending he was going to get some work done. Moments later, he.