She instructed me to remove her bikini top and bottoms and showed me the finer points of her pussy and how she liked to be touched. {NOTE: which prove... to be very useful later in life… thanks sis.} She had me lick my finger and gently touch her clitoris and take some of her juices and lube it slowly. I had asked her if she wanted me to put some precum on her and she said no. It was then that she then laid down the ground rules. No penetration and no precum or cum below the waist. She was not on. He did not answer to anybody. He did not need to squeeze information from her for his boss. He was the Boss.--- "Hi. My name is Gabriel." --- he said in a calm voice --- "This place belongs to me."--- "That would make me your whore, sir." --- said Lilly in a humble tone --- "It is an honour to meet you, sir."--- "Yes, it does, and yes, it is." --- said the man, slightly taken aback by her submissive attitude --- "And what's your name?"--- "My name is Brenda, sir." --- she said, without batting. I’m told that the best part of looking at me is my lumber jack face, squared off jaw that looks like it was cut from stone and a full beard that I kept trimmed short. Most of this thanks to solid Irish family line on my mother’s side and a full blooded old world Mexican line on my father’s.Knowing that Karla was so far out of my reach, and the fact that she worked for me, kept her firmly on my no joy list. Our relationship was professional, nothing more – nothing less. That, however, would. At that moment he wound his hand through her blonde curled hair, holding her head in place as he pressed the head of his cock firmly against her lips. With a fainted breath her lips parted and his hardened manhood penetrated her mouth, thrusting in and out growing longer and wider with every stroke. Her mind was reeling with desire, she savored every forceful thrust. Feeling him deep in the back of her throat drove her wild with desire. She could sense his cock pulsing with need as it slid.