He wanted this to happen and thought he would be present when it occurred, but here she was in the car, dressed like a wanton slut, excitedly waiting ...o be fucked by a complete stranger. Could he handle the prospect of her being fucked while he wasn’t witnessing the act? He would depend on her recollection skills, regaling the incidents of the sexual antics she had just performed. Of the sequence of events, how it felt, how she felt, what they did, what he did to her, what she did to him. The. When we graduated from high school, she asked me to sign her annual. Since she had become involved with a guy I didn't much care for, I was feeling bitter about things and my comments I wrote in her annual were not very kind. It wasn't until years later when we talked about things that I learned what I wrote had hurt her feelings. I explained how it was more about me striking out because I was hurt rather than trying to hurt her. I apologized and we talked thing over until both of us felt a lot. When I returned to work wearing my sexy underclothing, the feeling of my Garters rubbing on my legs and smooth ass cheeks. I was really feeling feminine and sexy. After about and hour of this feeling I text my Mistress asking if I could stuff myself. Her answer was NO I had to wait until later, that alone was making me even hotter. When My Mistress finally arrived at my work, I was on pins and needles hoping she would give me the ok. My Mistress first rubbed my backside, then my legs and then. I still had the blindfold on. I smelled something musky near my face. Then I felt something being dragged all over my face. It felt moist, and he slapped it all over my face. It was his cock.“Open up, boy, and stick out your tongue,” he ordered. I did as my superior ordered. He rubbed his cock all over it, and I tasted his salty precum. It was the first new taste I had in my mouth since the bar of soap. It was kind of repulsive, yet I had no urge to resist. I had never had a man do these things.