I bent my cock a little as I stood up, since it was still trapped inside my shorts, and Marisa dropped the mat and giggled."Better let that out!" Hmm?... Take off your shorts and lie down here on the mat."Like I was going to argue! I dropped my trou & undies as fast as I could and I then stretched out on the mat. Marisa grabbed her white flats from the counter walked around and stood over my head, with her toes touching my shoulders. As I looked up at her I could see her pussy was very wet. She. Either that or he was so focused on waiting for his woman that he imagined he could hear the rhythmic clip clop of high heels on the hardwood floors.Damian had been out of the shower for almost twenty minutes when the door slowly opened and she slipped in. She was wearing a pair of black platform stiletto heels that gave her barely five five frame the illusion of height. The illusion was helped by a pair of black vertically striped stockings that vanished into her sheer black silk dress.. I was moaning left and right, muffled since my head was pushed firmly into the pillow. At one point, he reached his peak. He fucked me very hard, much beyond what I could have imagined.Waves of pleasure were flowing through my body. He was exploiting and using me. I felt like such a dirty whore, and I loved it. I reached the limit of what I could sustain. My pee pee was now poking a bit out of my bush. And at one shot, when he was deep in me, I ejaculated onto the mat.He did not stop at all.. Sally popped up to my office and informed me it was time to dress for dinner. I grumbled at her, as I was puzzling my way through a complex international financial transaction that nagged at me. Something was just too sweet with the deal and I wanted to make sure my clients wouldn't be left holding an empty bag if I recommended it to them. I could feel I was almost at the point of seeing the catch, and I wasn't ready to eat dinner."Now, Master!" came her voice again from the doorway. Something.