Or if she was on her back, she'd rest her hand on her inner thigh when he was there. We even once picked a spot to fuck in the backyard at night that ...as in view of a window we assumed to be his bedroom window. She's sure he watched because we'd been around the fire ring earlier, so he knew we were out there. Maybe it was all this teasing and hypothetical dalliances that got us open to kinky things. One night, about a month prior to the story that I'm setting up, after a bit too much pot and. When I arrived for the meeting, Dana was stepping out of an office, while pushing one of her breasts back into the top of her blouse and straightening the bottom of her skirt. There was only one office door connected to the reception area, so I assumed the office she had just left belonged to Lance. Dana smiled at me, welcomed me, then sat at her desk and used the intercom to let Lance know that I had arrived. She showed me into the office, introduced me to Lance, then left the room, closing. Funny thing to watch, seeing pussies open and close, and feeling my own genitals swaying violently with every move I made. Since it was just outside in the grass, I saw one took the lead in pissing as she was stretching and the others followed suit so I could not be left out and let go as well, which was fairly easy. While their golden delicious liquid went more or less down, mine, with a half hard cock, was swaying around, hitting the others in their legs and belly and made them smile. “Wait. I ache for him to fuck me. But I know he’ll make me wait. I slowly open my eyes, looking out. We’re high up, in his 15 th story apartment. The lights of the city twinkle below us. I don’t fear someone seeing, but I wouldn’t care if they did. He is my Master. I am proud to be his servant. He presses against me, his cock nestling over my pussy. “Tell me Pet, why were you spanked?” In a clear voice, I reply, “Because you told me to suck and I touched you with more than my mouth.” I see his.