It was far from the first she'd had today or even the last few weeks.She balanced the length of the British cigarette on her lower lip, her upper lip ...olding it in place, while drawing in determinedly on the flame from Phillippa's cigarette lighter. 'Fag' they called it over here in London, England, she reflected, almost smiling, something she had so much difficulty in doing any more."So, you don't know when you're going back to work?" wondered Phillippa. "I mean you're welcome to stay here as. Real pain is something that you want to avoid -- unless your sub is an actual masochist. In that case, you have to be even more careful what you do, because they have a tendency not to safeword."Cindy was getting very wet from Tina's casual handling of her. Nothing made her feel more owned than someone just doing whatever they wanted to her body. Her Mistress now positioned Cindy up on the padded table, kneeling. Her knees were spread wide, almost touching the upright poles. Tina took a length. I try not to slam the mobile down too hard when he comes around the desk to see some figures he needs from the report I was working on. The phone buzzes again; I try to push the thought of what it might say out of my mind, telling the inquisitive coworker that I have to get back to work. He shrugs and leaves, and I grab up the phone. > No shirt on the drive to work > Gave a couple truckers a big thrill > SO FUCKING HORNY Goddamn. > Jackson was just in here. He so wants to fuck you > Maybe. I had my back to him and made sure several times to lean forward or make and adjustment so that he could see that I was pantyless. What he couldn't see is that I was already soaking wet and dripping from the anticipation of the whole scene and the fact that I had this stainless steel orb pulling on my asshole. Gravity truly is a wonderful thing. On one of my glances back, Andrew was definitely looking my way and he made a gesture to make sure that I saw him adjusting himself. Evidently he was.