Kyle knocks on the door and I invite him in, I'm wearing a sexy summer dress and a pair of wedge high heels. "Hey Kyle how are you". Kyle is very well...built he gyms often and his very arrogant. "I'm doing fine, man you look hot in that dress, cannot wait to take it off you". He spanks my ass. We sit down, I sit really close to him and he really likes it a lot "I've been thinking about you" I tell him, without any hesitation he places his hand by my vagina and begin playing with it. "Bitch how. " But officer. I did pay for this." Yeeeeees." he drawled. "I suspect you probably did. Would that have been with Monopoly money, or did you just leave an IOU?" Credit card." Uh-huh? And whose was it." Mine! Denise, I mean Den-Den-Denise Robson."There it was again. Somehow, he just couldn't say his own name. Why? What was happening?And that wasn't the worst of it either. Any check would reveal a Mr. D Robson had used his credit card, but not a Miss D. Robson. This might take some explaining.He. He insists that I buy tailored suits - at my own expense - but refuses to allow me to wear any undergarments. I bring with me each day his catered lunch and serve it to him privately. When he finishes eating, he fucks me again.Typically, he opens my shirt and bits my chest in a hundred places before twisting my nipples as if he's trying to remove them. Since I don't own any underwear, it is easy for him to push his hand inside my pants and grab my cock.I'm almost always dripping by then and his. A dad. He felt the blood rush to his pants.“So,” Armisen asked, scratching just under his nipple. “Are you ready to go?”“I’m gonna need a minute,” Carson said, glancing down at the bulge in his shorts. *Carson panted, struggling to keep up, Armisen’s fat ass disappearing into the brush overhead. They were hiking through a dense green forest, the humidity overwhelming, the ground below rocky and uncompromising. Even in his new outfit, Carson was feeling less sexy by the minute. He wondered if.