After I showered and changed I walked as slowly as possible down the quiet hallway leading to his door, I could hear him on the phone, it sounded like...to his wife he was talking in a very low sexy tone and I thought I heard him say "I love you".I stomped on in and he motioned for me to sit down. He ended his call and went over and shut and I thought lock his door. "T, all year you have been riding my ass doing everything possible to be disruptive and just a real pain, it has GOT to stop! You. The man hasn't made a sound since I came in.I've been kneeling here for almost a half hour watching his bushy crotch move closer and farther from my nose in rhythm. When I started he smelled very musky almost dirty really, but now i just smell my own saliva mixed with his juice. My arms are rested up over his legs for support and my neck and jaw are starting to ache.I feel kind of like I woke up from a strange dream but it is still going on. Why am I doing this? Why do I?The man browses the. Dad just looked impatient. He took a seat in a chair and had me stand behind him. Obediently, I got into position just as one of the bookcases swung out, making me jump a bit. I stifled a gasp at the man who walked through the hidden door. He was almost grotesque, built like a high-end coffin: long, mahogany, and hard as wood. Muscles bulged and rippled like chained animals under an expensive looking black suit. After taking a seat behind the desk, he looked me up and down like a tiger would a. Please."And I felt her applying more lube, and then one finger and then a second entered my tight ass, and I was transported again. Faster and faster her fingers went in and out of me, whipping me into a frenzy, and then she stopped moving her fingers, but both remained inside me reminding me of the pleasure they could give."You really like being my bitch, don't you?" she asked. "Tell me if you want me to keep fucking your ass. Tell me you like being my bitch." Oh God, I love being your bitch..