The way he was treating her, calling her names, being physically rough with her, was unlike anything she had experienced before; oddly she didn’t wa...t him to stop, she wanted more. Chris’ fingers pulled away from Rachel’s needy flesh and she cried out in protest, “No!” She heard him chuckle at her response as his hands went for the buttons on her shorts. Chris made short work of opening Rachel’s shorts and pushing them down her legs. Her juices ran down her bare thighs now that there was no. Goinginto the hallway he called out in a searching voice: "Mistress Sarah?Ma'am? Hello! I just found this and it belongs to you... ...helloo!Where are you Ma'am?"Thehouse was big and it remained silent as he went into the study still searchingfor someone to give the found bracelet to.Hewas not supposed to even be inside the house at this time of day , and wasanxious to just give it to someone and get back out.Hewas in the study and noticed his name on some papers on the desk. EvidentlyMistress. ” He would turn and face the bed, her tiny little sweat pants type shorts and her black tank top laid out ready for wear. He shook his head “sorry I should’ve said something” he couldn’t help but notice between the mirror in the room and the one in the bathroom he could see behind him. He wanted to look away but he couldn’t. She was reaching over to the bed and he could see her teen curves under the towel as she took the tiny, dark grey, jersey material shorts and slide them up her legs and. Her office desk was massive. It was made of solid oak and had a roll top. She kept it very neat and there was not a single paper out of place.“Wait here," she went and locked her front door.She returned, immediately unbuttoned her skirt, and let it fall to the ground. She turned, faced away from me, and bent over the desk. This lady wasted no time. She knew what she wanted, and she took it.I scrambled to get my pants unzipped and I let them fall to the floor also. She was standing in front of.