A stuck up bitch if I remembered correctly.Let me get this straight, "Mr. Gerald blackmails you into fucking him and whoever he tells you too?" Yes." ...nd if you don't he will tell me everything?" As well as make public everything else - I would probably go to jail too." I suppose she might - sex with minors, indecency and who knows what other humiliating acts that I didn't even know about. Perhaps I shouldn't know about, I reminded myself. Gone was the voyeur urge from earlier."Was Mr. Gerald. Still keeping pressure on her clit, I slowly push two fingers into her and drag them back out. Her gaze is still fixed on her phone, but her eyelids flutter the slightest bit and she groans, arching her back as I push my fingers back in. I start a steady rhythm of massaging her clit and pumping my fingers, and the heat between her legs grows in intensity. Every once in a while she rolls her hips into my touch, and eventually, I notice her dragging her lower lip between her teeth, thumbs typing. The shoes looked like they were meant for bondage, which I enhanced by wearing a tiny bondage lock on each strap. We were now part way through our second bottle of white wine, giggling girlishly as we paraded around my bedroom, looking at our slutty reflections in my floor to ceiling wardrobe mirrors. Encouraging each other to be more daring, Pauline said so matter of factly.“Do you think you’ll be getting a strangers cock inside you tonight?” she said smiling.“You know James actively. I turned my back to him, to show him my bottom, which, all things considered, vies to be my finest asset. "Turn round" I told him "SHOW me" He turned, dutifully, beautifully, but he covered himself with his handsI came and knelt in front of him"Hands away. Grip the desk" I commanded His shaking hands gripped the front edge of my deskEven his cock was shaking, as I wrapped my hand round the wide base. I looked at my watch. "You've got about two minutes" I told him "before I have to get my.