"What do you wish Paul?" "I love Mistress Patricia and I know she used to love me, but I'm not sure she does anymore. Sometimes I think she doesn't ev...n care about me. When she got that big promotion at her job she changed. Now I think she really does view me as nothing more than her servant." "What are you going to do about it? Have you tried talking to her?" "She won't even consider discussing it with me. She believes it's unseemly for a superior to have a serious conversation with a. I feel amazing, and he begins to thrust in and out, making me mewl in ecstasy. Its almost too much to handle, and I come to the realization that Ive never been fucked this good. My arms go around his neck and I look up at him, grinning as his body thrusts against mine, music and moaning mixing together in the air, alone with the quiet sounds of skin slapping against skin. I tilt my head back, my mind staying in the moment for once instead of wandering all over the place, and I relish in the. Goodbye’ I said ‘Wait!’ He yelled ‘Meet me, Central Park, twenty minutes, under the bridge.’ ‘Alone’ I conditioned him. I hung up, flipped the phone over, and ejected the sim card. Fuck, how’d they get my number? Fucking CIA, I was determined to get to the bottom of this. Ten minutes later I sat on a bench 100 meters away from the bridge, with ear buds plugged in, I looked like any other resident taking a relaxing walk in the park. No more than four minutes later I saw a huge man walk up. He. "I'm not going to fuck you just to have you start whining and crying about how wicked and sinful i****t is! If you want your Mom to screw you senseless, you're going to have to accept that I'm in charge now."Panting and groaning, almost out of her mind with excitement from being manhandled and yelled at like this by her own mother, Sarah whispered, "Yes, ma'am. I'll do whatever you say. I swear to God. Please fuck me . . ."Gloria could not help but laugh, thinking that she had never guessed.