Thomas. I was slightly early as I hadn't calculated just how much quicker the journey was outside the rush hour.I'd sat in reception for over thirty m...nutes, something that felt very strange. Jill Cope, the receptionist, an attractive and pleasant young woman, whom I knew quite well, found it difficult too as she didn't know whether she should be treating me like a visitor or a member of staff or even talking to me.At last, Mrs. Gifford appeared and led me to the boardroom, where the meeting. Days later I’m fucked up and we bump into each other so I ask for a ride home as I can’t even walk into the house by myself you walk me in. I fumble with the key as we get to the door, telling you I need to piss in drunk fashion I immediately begin strip once inside baring my big bubble butt however I continue to struggle to stay upright once we finally make it to my room I go to flop face forward on the bed as you hold me up your hand grazes my ass I look back expecting you to be walking out. As promised, a roll of duct tape, a pair of handcuffs, and a box of condoms were lying on the entryway bureau where I normally kept my wallet and keys. The mini-rape-kit confirmed that there was no mistake. She was requesting a rape scenario. I was nervous about her talk about fists and broken bones but trusted that those phrases were included in her email merely to set the mood. I did not expect the game to escalate to that level of violence. Paradoxically, I believed that actual violence. I thought the last kiss was exciting but this was on a whole new level. Each of us seemed to be doing our best to push in as far as possible and at the same time desperately suck the others' tongue in deeper, as if to swallow it completely.It was arousing in the extreme and, when I finally realised it, the feel of Moms' body pressed hard against mine only increased my excitement. The squishy soft feel of her unfettered breasts pressed against my chest was almost beyond belief and I had no.