Gradually, my pace increase as you groan into the bed sheets. I sense your discomfort from the posturing of your body as well as the faint sounds eman...ting from your lips. As much as you crave my shaft in your ass, you usually had a hard time handling it for long periods of time. But tonight isn't about you. It is about me. "Where's my dick, slut?" I ask harshly, pulling your head back to better hear your gasping reply. "I...In my ass," you stutter in between anguished moans. "Ass...hole!" I. It must be covered by the Geneva Convention or something. It's barbaric, but I don't object."Very good," smiles Connie, "at least you've learned some basic manners." She's looking straight into my eyes - I can't look away from her hypnotic stare. She moves behind me and runs her hand, slowly down from my neck, and the other down between my breasts, across my belly and down to my sex. By the time it reaches between my thighs to part my cunt, I'm lost. I don't try to fight her as she strokes the. ”“Yes, please, Sir!” she moaned softly. “Sucking your cock made my pussy all wet and needy.”“Well then, my sweet Office Whore, let yourself go and let me take care of your needs,” he whispered gruffly in her ear.As he continued the assault on her clit, he slid two fingers into her slick honey and fucked her slowly with them. Her head leaned back, and her eyes closed as her breathing became ragged, “Yes, please, Sir! This feels so damn good!”He added a third finger and sent her right over the. I inhaled her scent deeply and serviced her well, plunging my tongue in and out until she climaxed.Once she was satisfied, Wendy said I had also earned some extra time with the cage, before letting me do her dishes while my penis dripped pre-cum down my leg.***Two weeks later, I thought I was going out of my mind with sexual frustration as Wendy had showed no signs of providing my aching balls any relief, only a sore ass and plenty of practice eating out her wonderful pussy. That night Wendy.