I never thought I was one of those women who would like to be literally taken over by a man. Who would like being tied up and degraded. Called slut, c...cksucker and whore. Violently molested and put on display for others to witness and sometimes to fuck, like a piece of meat and as if I weren’t even there. And no I’m not crazy, I DO realize this is all happening in my mind with the images and words He gives me to put together but you really couldn’t understand it unless you experienced it. As I. I went and stood against the wall taking her position.She came closer and first of all french kissed me for quite a few seconds. Then she went down and gently kissed my neck and chest. She removed my trousers and I helped her remove my briefs in one go and I was completely nude. She closed her eyes and sat on her knees first she took my cock in her mouth as much as she could.This was to spread her saliva on it.Then she took it out and gave it a lick from it’s tip,which she squeezed in between. Latimer lost no time in making his way to the upperfloors where the big cheeses held court. He entered the den of Mr Hawkinssecretary and gatekeeper, Susan Doherty and said "I believe that MrHawkins has asked for me, any idea what it's about, Susan?"Susan looked up from her work at the slim, middle height, somewhat"pretty" young man and coldly replied " I'm sure I have no idea and itsMiss Doherty to you. You had better make your way sharpish to Boardroom3."Thus rebuffed, Latimer rapidly left. Seeing that you left your door cracked I push it open further and peek inside, finding that I was right. You are still sleeping. Slipping inside I close the door behind me and drop my robe as I kneel on the floor beside you. Sliding the blanket to the other side of the bed I notice you slept in just your boxers. You must have taken a shower before you went to bed. Running my hand over your boxers I tease until I feel you getting hard. Glancing up I see your still asleep. Well this won’t do, I.