I would fuck him right here. I don't care just fuck me, I thought."Open my pants. Feel my cock, you nasty little slut," he told me. I felt a burst of ...eat. For him, I was a nasty slut. Anywhere, anytime.I opened his pants and started rubbing his cock through his underwear. It was long and thick. It made my mouth water. I thought wildly of it in my mouth, my pussy, hell even my ass. My hand dove in the waistband of his underwear and grabbed the shaft. It was warm and pulsed in my hand to his. I brewed a fresh pot of coffee and had just poured a cup when I got a call from Rhonda, an assistant editor at Jugs Magazine. She asked if I would be interested and available to do a rush shoot for a new model — they had a contractual problem on one of the layouts they had planned to include in the current issue and they needed to replace it with something else. They could have selected something from archives but her boss had recommended that a new model whom he had recently interviewed be. "Why should I?" Pleease, pleease oh please, tell him to stop, let her go, please ..mm.master." I babbled again, actually using that dreaded master word totry to encourage him.He seemed to be thinking."Pleease," I said again."What's in it for me sissy? Will you be a good girl for me?" Yy yss yess," I blurted."Tell me." I I will be a a good girl for you mmaster I will do what you wwant butpleease pleease tell him to stop and let her go."He was behind me now, pulling my dress up over my back, I. She was determined to act normally, as if sitting here having a cup of coffee with this man was nothing outrageous. He didn’t let his friendly smile slip, but she could feel his eyes burning in to hers. Was his face arranged differently, she would think he was angry. She tilted her head a little as if it would help her get a better read on him. No, it’s not anger, she thought, awareness followed closely by yet another deep blush. It’s desire. He wants me. Jane felt her fingers twitch again as.