No. Once his hand got far enough underneath my suited skirt to find out that I was going commando, he turned my body round by my hips and pushed me ov...r onto the filing cabinet.He lifted my skirt right over my arse, folding the material over so that it rested at my hips. He wasn't attractive at all, and even though I didn't ask for this experience, I suppose the prior knowledge of what was going to happen enabled my body to be prepared for him.The zipper on his trouser echoed through the wooden. I'm sure that Beth had never been so thoroughly fucked before in her life. And as we began to run out of calories (or something), she rode my cock, on top, slowly. "What's the matter, babe? Aren't you ever going to cum? What can I do?" She had never before been a generous lover, so I was a bit surprised to hear that coming from her mouth. At the same time I had just given the performance of a lifetime, and felt that if a Prime-time Emmy wasn't coming my way, I should at least be able to. .. Just chant, "I am Mistress Dyvia's thrall!" over and over againuntil the orgasm sweeps over you, and be sure to verbally thank yourMistress, even if I'm not there.Enjoy.Mistress Dyvia presents:Mistaken IdentityScott's Chapter 1Scott sat in the bar, coincidentally 'Scott's Bar and Grill;' no relation tohimself. He had been planning tonight for weeks. He knew there was a bustyblond woman who would arrive shortly... Just like she did every Saturdaynight roughly at ten o'clock. She would walk. Not that it mattered. Think of a 15-by-15-foot plush mattress, bounded by ten-foot high plexiview walls and roofed over by a mirror ceiling. In one corner an open Porta-shitter with absolutely no provision for privacy. It was sort of an illuminated transparent plastic jail cell suspended in mid-air. And, with dozens of high-resolution videocams and mikes strategically positioned at various angles -- above, sideways, and below. Seeing all. Hearing all. Recording all. All! Every kiss. Every.