M. for my usual 8:30 a.m. start. Once inside I go through my calendar, and I start redirecting all of the work I can while making sure not to overload...anyone. Having done that I go around my staff to inform them of the changes. A few are a bit stunned, but they’re quick to agree. Back at my work station I complete the tasks I couldn’t delegate. At 9:30 a.m. I tell Duke, a fellow I think will be a suitable replacement for when I’m away, I’ll be upstairs and I ask him to keep things rolling in my. "You don't need lube babe, I'm already wet" she says "This isn't for your pussy" I saidJust as I say that I insert them into her ass and let's out a big moan"Holy shit!" she yells"I told you I was going to fuck your ass" I tell her As I get her ass ready I use my other hand to finger her pussy. I stop playing with her pussy and pull my hard cock out and put more lube on it. "Get ready to get fucked hard" I tell her "Ok" she says with a smile and giggleI shove my hard and lubed up cock deep in. Tamara sighed as small jets of cool air blew over her, drying the sweat off her exposed skin, breasts and thighs. The mechanical jets paid special attention to the wrist and ankle cuffs as well as the leather corset that she wore. He didn't want them to become too wet. He'd told her why, but now, after hours in the machine, she couldn't remember.The jets moved and focused in on her breasts and crotch. First blowing a general, easy air; then focusing much more strongly. Her nipples hardened. She would rise very early on Sunday mornings and drive it round her area until she felt confident driving on the left.It took a while before she got the hang of the property market, finding the rents for the most modest furnished flats numbingly high, and realising why she was being paid so much. She found herself a studio flat at the top of a nondescript 1960s rectangular block, a direct bus ride from the office. It was small -- a living room with kitchen off, small bathroom with only a.