She was guarded and he could tell that she had been burned before so he knew to tread lightly with her. Their first few play sessions were a lot of fu.... She was a professional by day with the look of innocence that would never betray what was inside. She was also an insatiable sub slut who loved to be controlled and craved cock like no other he had seen before. Hard and deep for hours and would still want more.There were few rules but one of them was no leaving lasting marks like nail. ’ ‘Five years ago, more or less, I began understanding what it would be necessary for me to do, to become… to reach the next level in the company I’ve been working for all these years. I’m ambitious as you know, and decided I had to change my ‘style’ and become the man management wanted. Don’t worry, I never became a hatchet man. But I bottled up and put aside any compassion I had for the people working with and under me. Where before I would make allowances for personal situations my people. I tested it, feeling two large ovoid lumps inside.Worse, they slid around in the sac in a disgusting way and when Ipressed at them I felt a jolt of sharp pain. I snatched my hand away."Yes, it has all worked well," I heard. It was the queen, examining me."Yes, I suppose you should get used to it," she said, a trace ofsympathy in her voice.My mouth felt furry and I croaked for another drink. "So this is how..."I had to stop. My voice was hoarse and I now spoke with a deep timbre."This is how. First, we chatted on messenger and then we exchanged our numbers.One day she called me and ask me to meet her in her apartment, her husband was going to India on Thursday night and she asked me to come on Friday night. On Friday, I got ready and went to her address which she was given, I made a call to her and said that I have arrived she came out of the apartment and took me inside in her flat. Her flat was beautiful. We sat on the sofa. She was wearing jeans and t-shirt she was looking.