He smiled winningly at their best customer. "I am sorry, Sir, I hearthe problem will be rectified momentarily," he said.Fortunately Lionel Lyme-Smythe...was on a date. "Not at all, Marcel,"he boomed, making a show of his generosity. "I'm sure everythingstill tastes good, no matter how it's lit."Marcel laughed appreciatively at his little joke. "Just this waythen, Sir... and Madam."The incredibly tall and elegant woman on Lionel's arm smiledbeautifully as they started off.Marcel was sufficiently. He felt his right wrist taken, his quivering hand obvious,the fastening and binding of it to his left wrist, done swiftly,securely, yet not roughly in an almost erotic, hypnotic possession. Theball gag placed against his lips surprised him a second, then heremembered, the threats they'd chatted about. He felts his lips beingpushed apart, the ball touching his teeth, his mouth inexorably openingto its invasion until it slipped inside. Smaller than he had dreaded,yet pressing down against his. ’ a voice whispered in her ear. You need someone to sleep with you to keep you warm it gets mighty cold in this barn. Now just let us get comfortable.’ Elle felt the warm softness of a naked woman press down upon herself. The hand was removed and replaced with a pair of lips. Elle froze with fear. Her mother had told her stories about women like this! ‘Sweet thing,’ the voice said, ‘you best kiss me back if you know what is good for you.’ Elle thought about calling for help, but she feared Zad. Glad the week was out everyone had gone home and she had the entire office floor to herself. She thought about her new assistant and the low cut blouse she had worn to work that day and it made her hot. She rammed her finger into her wet cunt and let out a yell, quickly remembering where she was, she put her hand over her mouth hoping no one heard. Just then her office door opened and her assistant Gloria came in. "Are you ok maam?GLoria she yelled I thought you were gone home?Maam I wanted to.