At the very end of the row was a changing room with a door facing the aisle. She proceeded to push the door open and pull me in. Before I could comp...etely comprehend all that was going on she had my pants unbuttoned and my zipper down. I looked up to see the changing room door wide open as I felt her hand enter my boxers and wrap around my hardening cock. From this dressing room I was looking straight down the aisle of stalls at the entrance of the room. If someone walked in I was busted. . I smiled at him and left. 20 minutes later he was finding any and every excuse to call me into his office. When I bent down to get a file from the bottom drawer, I knew the tops of my black hold ups would be showing. I waited for a moment and he came up behind me. I felt his hot hand on my thigh and it glided up under my skirt. I straightened up and twisted round. I forcedmy mouth on his and sucked his tongue in. My breast got a right mauling as I fumbled with his zip. ‘My wife doesn’t. In silence he attached the chain, and pulled her gently to him, stroking her hair, calling her his little pet. She like the way he cooed to her, the way she fit in his lap, the way he was kissing her breathless, his hands roaming all over….Down, pet! He shoved her off his lap and she slid with a bump to the floor. She was about to get up and yell at him in anger but caught his eye, his look of disapproval. His slight pull on the chain made her stay down on the floor, silent. His eyes twinkled.. But if you believe that, you do not know who she is. She volunteers to be beaten not to stimulate your fleeting and involuntary lusts, but because there is no limit to the desperation in her heart for your love and respect. If in your blind, indiscriminate stupor of arousal you cannot see her for who she is, you do not deserve her sublime and sacred beauty, much less her cooperation. And yet in her cooperation she screams loudest, exposing the depths of your pitiful insufficiency. I watch as.