“We met up about 8 or 9 times. Each time her husband was away, she would call me up and if I was able to work my schedule to get over here, I would ...o. I even cancelled dates with my other girls if she called, she was a far better fuck than any of them.” He said with a grin. He was getting into his story and had momentarily forgotten his situation. He gulped the rest of his beer down and then looked at the empty bottle. “Can I get another?” he asked indicating the minibar.“Slowly” I told him. Not wanting to make a mess, I figured I was out of business for a week. When we went to bed that night, I found myself putting my hand in my panties, and fingering myself. As I was getting close to cumming, I had a vision of my sister fingering my pussy and licking her fingers clean. It was actually a pretty interesting week of fantasies.When I was finally back in business with my sister, I was determined to take it up a notch. Again, as I pulled down the covers, she had her hand just inside. He pulls my arms under me and then his left knee moves to my back to hold me in place. As he pulls his belt loose from his pants, I notice he is still fully dressed. I whimper, it does not take any great foresight to know that his belt will be used on me. I cringe what little I can in this precarious position - my hands are pinned beneath me. I wiggle to free one of them as I hear him doubling up the belt. I turn towards him and plead for leniency. 'Please, be gentle, I meant no harm, I am. I finished my routine rounds earlier than usual one day, and decided to kill some time back at the office before heading out for some afternoon cold calls. My flirty little buddy was nowhere to be found, so I figured I would get some file sorting done in case my boss wondered through. As I rounded the corner of the hallway towards the supply office, I spotted her in the lunchroom. She was sitting on the couch, slightly reclined against one arm, her eyes closed. Wow, what a sight. I stopped.