It was pretty bad. he asked me to beg for it. The whole day.Yup the whole day. I was to beg for it the day. But not the normal way. I am a slut. I was...to beg with my body. I agreed as well. It was like fifty shades, but harsher. It was still in the moring when he asked me that. He called my mom and said:"Pitin pou donne fesse zordi. Si li donner bien lerla nou pou fer so fantasy sinon pa pou fer[The slut will beg with her ass today. If she begs well, then we`ll do her fantasy, else nothing]".. He would do the same. One time he even removed his cock from the confines of his jeans and beat off under his desk. About twice a year a meeting was held in Toronto to review growth and revenue potentials. Scott and I were talking when he asked if I was headed up there and I admitted that was the case. It was going to be a quick trip, there and back in one day with a total of 6 hours of driving. Scott suggested we meet at a local mall and have a quick chat. I thought this was an excellent. This fantasy lasted a little longer than the first one, I asked George if he was okay with me letting them squeeze my ass a little or rub his dick against me, that excited George just talking about it. He wanted to know if a guy rubbing his cock against me or feeling my ass would make me hotter than what we'd done so far. I said, "what do you think George? You've played with my ass and rubbed your cock against me, did it make me horny as hell or not?" Damn baby. it might be more than you can. "Fuck me in the ass baby...please baby!!!" I said to him againI began kissing down his neck this time...stopping to suck on each ofhis nipples while working my way back down to his now rock hard cock."Please baby?" I said between suckingHe pulled his cock out of my mouth. It was glistening with my salivaand partly red from my lipstick. He led me over to the chair again andbent me over. He slowly grabbed to sides of my panties and pulled themdown to my knees. He put me in position to fuck, no.