After I sat there for a few seconds, I started pumping his dick like a piston. After a few minutes it was clear the neighbors would hear me screaming ...s I fucked him, so he gagged me with a pair of his used boxers. At one point I was going so hard I’m surprised the building was shaking. I could tell by the expression on his face he was ready to explode. I pulled myself off his rod, yanked off the condom, and began sucking his dick. Within seconds of wrapping my dick around his mouth, he. I looked him up and down like I wanted to eat him alive.I barely remember the speech he gave me at the interview. It was about a woman from the sixties doing everything possible to make her boss happy. It was rude, sexist and wrong. My client needed me to be beautiful at all times. He wanted perfection and obedience like I was his pet. I call this story desk pet for a reason. I felt like his kitten. I liked it. I've never been submissive. This was a chance to use acting skills after all. I was. “There’s nothing wrong with a normal relationship. In fact, for the most part, that’s what I want. I want a loyal boyfriend who enjoys being with me. I just love having a sub serve me like I’m a queen. I like being worshiped. I’m not really into the whole bondage gig, I like rough sex. I like being in charge. Like you, I want to live a life of luxury. But I also want to be the boss. I want my own company. I want to be in charge. I want to fucking rule the world. That’s what makes me a dom.”“I. I recall little else of the phone call from Aunt Shannon. When she stated that mom had died, I must have turned very pale. Dad and my brothers noticed and stopped their dinner conversations. After I hung up with Aunt Shannon, I turned to them and said, "Mom has died. That was Aunt Shannon. She had cancer."Everyone was in shock. Michael began with denial, "It can't be. She can't be gone." Tears began to flow down his cheeks. Dad rushed to his side and grabbed him in a strong hug. Soon after.