There isn’t any situation I’ve gotten into that I haven’t managed to get out of. I’ve avoided all of life’s traps except for one. Grace is a...tender trap and I don’t mind having my foot stuck in it. I don’t even mind that Han used my feelings for her to his benefit. Fate has thrown us together for better or for worse. And I’m not above using everything in my bag of tricks to turn the tables to my favor. Grace trusts me. She shouldn’t. She might be too good for her own good, but I’m not. My. "Ah that feels so good." "Well I'll be going now Mz." I headed for the door. "Not so fast Mr. C. Sit down!" She pointed at the toilet. I supposedyou are wondering why and how I can get away with treating you like aslave." "Well it's sort of...well more than unusual, isn't it?" "You see, as of today you are my slave!" "Really what makes you think so?" "Let me give you the lowdown; I'm a personnel manager with a largemanufacturing company. I have a sixth sense about people; that's. No fucking way was she going to use that thing on my tight virgin hole."Get on your knees, slut," she commanded as she marched back in front of me.With my arms restrained behind my back, I cautiously dropped to my knees, my face now level with the big black protruding silicon dick, the angry molded veins seeming almost to pulse with life."Not fast enough bitch," she barked as she gave the leash a firm tug, further tightening the strap around my scrotum and lowering my head to within inches of. Fuck, she was tight.She started riding me, working herself up and down my cock, with her hands on my chest and her face down. She rocked back and forth, her hips swivelling, as she fucked my cock. I looked at my wife, who was watching this tiny, petite woman take my full eight inches into her pussy, and gestured for her to come to me. I put my hand on the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss."Put your pussy on my mouth... I want to eat you," I whispered."In a second... I have to see this,".