He knew it had to be specially made but he had no idea why until now. She walked out from between the trees, exchanging vows outsid... in the sun was her idea, (which as usual she got her way & even Mother Nature gave her what she wanted today). In a all white leather gown the top was a strap less corset pushing her ample breast to the top and almost overflowing, he thought he could see just the upper edge of her areola, then synched tight making her look amazing. The. He was the fastest rising manager in dad's company. Dad was the slowest. My father enjoyed a different kind of power.He wanted to fuck himself to death and sought the power to remove any obstacle to his lusts. If a pretty teenager flashed by his BMW, he'd stop and ask directions. On the seat next to him, he'd lay a vial of cocaine in plain view. If the girl stared at it, he'd invite her to a party, take the bitch to a hotel, and they have coke sex until the coke or his sperm ran out. If an. As punishment, he had to give his apologies. He had to turn around and drive back to the city to deal with some huge crisis. It might take a couple days to sort out, sorry. The debate that started he quickly squashed. "What can I say?" he said. "They said I could come in and join the team, or obviously I'm not a team player. So, sorry, but for now I'd like to keep my job."I was sorry to watch the guy I was going to sit around and be guys with drive away for a few days. I was trapped alone with. Her pussy was just burning with desire. Even though she felt humiliated, she wanted in some strange way to please Yvonne. “Now get on your back and lick my boots.” Sarah reluctantly complied. She licked the bottom of Yvonne’s boots. She could smell the leather as she licked. Her eyes looked up and she could see Yvonne’s puffy lips underneath the sheer black thong. Her mouth grew dry as she continued to licking. Yvonne’s hands started to caress her breasts. She was enjoying the power she had.