When she kneels, her eyes finally leaving his, and takes hold of his erection, he gasps at her forwardness. She smiles up at him, her eyes mischievous...and excited, before returning them to his engorgement, pulling down the hiding cloth and giggling at the bounce of his cock. Not a people of large members, his is, like his height, a little longer than average, maybe six inches, but has some girth to it, making it more impressive. He gasps much louder when she takes it into her mouth. Again she. Grasping the top of the beam, and gritting through one of the most intense pull-ups of her life, she lifted her head to the band and poked it with her nose. It hummed and glimmered. She clenched her teeth, breathed in, and held her breath. Then, she counted.One... two... three.The band shimmered white, then flashed green.Once. Twice. Then again. Three times.Iza let the breath out of her lungs in relief and, with great effort, lowered herself carefully back down. Thankfully she was used to doing. "I work as a receptionist for a charity," I replied. I thought of how Imust have looked and sounded to Matthew, platinum blonde hair, heavymakeup, ridiculously long red false nails, extra long false eyelashes,huge fake red lips and a massive chest, with my nipples clearly visiblethrough my thin white blouse and obviously not wearing a bra, I musthave looked like the stereotypical office bimbo.Matthew continued chatting with me through the whole journey, mostlyjust small talk, until he announced. I am a bit of a bastard and not averse to using my comfortable means to get what I want. I wanted a girl who would be in my control and pretty much do what I want. carol fitted the bill. I first met her a year back at a friend’s place. One look at her and I recognized a submissive. Not very good looking but with a busty body. the ass too was very tempting. The kind who you would want to fuck senseless and degrade as much as possible.Quick info I gathered, she was a life in maid at my friend’s.