Like tax, part of the price of doing work. She did learn to avoid the sleazier ones, the types who suggested that she might like to party with them an... their friends that weekend.There were more scenes with two or more guys, more gangbangs, some humiliation and the start of BDSM. Like I thought, most of the BDSM scenes had been faked and that was okay with her; the restraints were never over-tight, the light floggers used on her didn’t sting or leave a mark, and she found that she quite enjoyed. " We spent so much of that holiday naked! And fucked so much! Well I wasn't always completely naked as you insisted I wore stockings and suspenders and high heels nearly all the time!" Dee laughed. "In fact, you fucked me from behind bent over that toilet!"My cock had responded to both the thought of us watching each other pissing and her gentle stroking. I reached down and explored the luscious folds of her pussy finding her hot, wet and slippy. I noticed we were both breathing a bit harder. It was even more difficult than the dress; particularly with her legs still bound and stretched open. But slowly the long white garment pulled up, showing her legs again, and then her ass, and finally the curves of her body. With the final struggle, the bound librarian heaved the slip over her head and let it drop to the floor. She hung her head, put her hands over her tits, and wept."Jesus Christ, that's nice!" Dean breathed, coming forward and leaning over the table. "I knew she had a body. Then she pressed her hips harder against mine. As I ran my finger tip around and over her clitoris, she shuddered and pulled her leg tighter around my thigh and told me again, “Oh, God Stud, I love having my cunt played with and you know it, don't you?”When she said that, I almost came in her hand. While I played with her clit, she started stroking my pecker in my pants. It felt so freaking good, I didn’t care if I came in her hand like a horny teenager. As she stroked my pole I slipped my.