..you live for my attention, no matter how I dispense it...gently and lovingly...or like this"... "You do know you're to be punished, Megan" "Yes I kn...w Master" "You need to be punished...to show that you're aware of being wrong...being bad... needing to show me you're willing to take what I give you...so you'll try harder next time to please me. Also pretty slave, you do this because you know I enjoy seeing you in pain like that...don't I?...and you enjoy feeling that pain...for me, don't you?. He watched the man slide the thin, spaghetti straps of the woman's bustier down her arms and kiss down her neck. His movements seemed to be slow and deliberate. Raul smiled; he loved it when a couple went slowly.The man kissed down the woman's neck, to her shoulders, her upper chest, to the top of the bustier. The sound of his lips touching her flesh echoed though his office. He reached behind her and untied her bustier until it fell to the floor and her breasts sprung free. Raul smiled as the. I wouldn't be able to stay faithful to her, my sexual drive would have screwing another man or woman in no time. It would break her heart and it would sadden me to hurt her so deeply. I was confused, I wanted her so much, but only on my terms, oh Jesus what a fucking nightmare!The week for me was over the next day. I'd worked hard and put in an extra day to clear some of the backlog of mortgage accounts that had been piling up on my desk. Now it was Thursday, no more work until Monday. I could. She came back and said he asked her for a coffee on Monday lunchtime as they both worked in the same building, where's his wife, she said they were sitting the other side and she was to busy talking.We got a cab home and my hand was soon up her dress and inside her knickers, she felt damp and I knew she had enjoyed the attention, her legs opened as she saw the driver adjust his mirror, her dress was past her stocking tops and he could see my fingers moving inside her, I whispered I bet your new.