Could it be really truewomen enjoyed being slaves of such men. But unlike the college boys she went toschool with these were the kind of dangerous bad...boys she really craved rather thansome uneducated punk biker. A couple of Doms had struck her as being ratherhandsome bad boy types and one had asked her to wear his collar and she hadwithout a lock, being led on his leash and kept kneeling half naked at his feet while hechatted with friends who looked her over to the point giving her goose bumps. Those lips... so amazingly soft, sucking me right into her. Megan hops off me as the elevator slows down its ascent. She ties up her robe just as the door opens, and leads me out, walking backwards, facing me. “Come," my secretary of only two weeks says, and then turns around and – still in front of me – walks that swaggering butt-winking walk, her hands reaching behind, those long-nailed fingers flapping expectantly at me, to hold mine. When I reach my hands out to hers, she grabs hard and. “Go for it. Few things are better than fucking while I’m fucked! Even though I’m a lady, I can do that much that’s not ladylike!” Philippa egged him on a bit, aching for that cock to go into her butt, “Can I spend more time in drag? I want to experience it a lot more of late.”“Why don’t you marry Tara, while she continues dating Roger and sleeping with me, among others?” Damien suggested while banging Tammy, “But marry her in drag, with a bridal gown and everything. And then, on the wedding. A shiver tore through me and I bent to pick up the spatula, hoping to hide the growing bulge in my pants.I figured that was the end of it but she turned back around and strutted towards me. Turning her head to one side as her hair floated around her. I was hypnotized by the clack of her heels against the floor, and frozen by her hands sliding up the front of my shirt just above my waist and stopping at my collar. She pulled me forward, planting my face in her cleavage. I gasped feeling my fully.