”Francesca just wants it all to end. Hasn’t she been humiliated enough? Improvising uncertainly, she cups a hand under each of her breasts... raises them up slightly and opens her palms towards Zynab. Presenting her breasts to her mistress. Is she doing it right? Is this what her mistress wants?Zynab slaps each breast twice. Francesca turns her head and grits her teeth. It hurts. Not too much, but enough. Does she really have to offer another woman her breasts? Does she have to put up. Suzie and Carina were at her feet, feeling her stocking clad legs. Ian and kelvin stood each side of her and she was kissing them in turn. The men had exposed a breast each from her basque and were fondling them. While June was kneeling behind her and kissing and caressing her bottom. Ian's hand was now down on her pussy and playing with her. Mistress moved onto her knees and sucked each cock in turn. Underneath her was carina and she continued to lick mistress's pussy. Then she was laid out on. The smell was intoxicating to her. She saw a card stuck in the arrangement. She opened the small envelope, as she read the card her body began to shake uncontrollably. "You will be at the address tonight, 11:30 PM, Sincerely, Your Sir"The rest of the work day was a complete mess of emotions. Fear, anxiety, and even excitement. As 5:00 rolled around left and drove back to her home. As she pulled up to her townhouse there was a box sitting on the front step. She picked up the box, No return. She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature, voluptuous, with huge breasts, not concealed but emphasised, by her harshly cut power-suit. Under a cascade of shiny black hair, her expression was one of total disdain and withering superiority. Clearly in command of this department store. It took me only seconds to appreciate that she was exactly the kind of dominant female that I had always lusted after, the woman of my wettest dreams and masturbatory delights. She was probably.