“You may now take off the shoes and put on my own.” “They are your shoes Miss I bought them for you and the anklet.” “Oh in that case thank ...ou,” I was quite taken aback the shoes were expensive looking and the anklet must of cost a small fortune. All I had done was boss him a little and then made him cum over my feet and here he was giving me gifts just for doing so. I rose once more from the chair before telling Peter it was time for me to leave. I decided to drive home in the sandals he had. 15am maybe he's gone for a piss i think so lay back down and wait for him thinking maybe as he's awake i can get him to fuck me :)10 minutes later still no davei get up and go looking for him and hear voices from the dining room so i stop to listen WTF is he doing this is what i hear'keep jerking it good boy keep at it faster faster stop , now tell me you are a cum eating whore''i'm a cum eating whore mistress' thats dave'rub your fingers over the head of your cock get them coated in pre-cum. "oh hell yeah show my bosom some lovin'." she pleaded i squeezed her titties then took them and flicked my tongue across her nipples biting gently on her nipples. "ooh darlin I'm already wet for you, c'mon over here gimmie some of that black dick" she pleaded. "where do you want it ?" i asked her. "wherever you want me that's where I'm gonna go." she said as i sat down on a nearby chair. "oh you wanna give me a ride i never accept a ride from a strange man but you i definitely take a lift on. Standing at the edge of my desk she looked at me and then toward the computer screen, then back to me and I saw her eyes suddenly drop to my lap. I knew she could see my obvious erection pushing against the fabric of my jeans. “Now, as for your punishment…” She stopped, seeing me lean back in my chair, sliding my legs from under the desk and revealing the full obviousness of my erection to her gaze. As she looked at it, her words seemed to be lost to her. I stayed in my chair, swinging back and.