"I finished my coffee and got up and as I put my cup in the sink I said, "I guess you will just have to hope you don't get paired with her too often."...he obvious question in my mind as I drove to work was where was Becca last night? She obviously wasn't playing cards with Helen Winters. It ate at me all day and by four in the afternoon I decided to take a gamble and I called Helen."Hello?" Helen, this is Rob Daltry. I'm sorry to bother you, but something has been bugging me and before I. .. I..." she went.She felt so confused. It felt great to take off, her clothes. It was important to take off her clothes. Yet a resisting part of her told her she shouldn't strip in front of her boss."Don't you think I'm good looking?" she said. "Don't you think I'm s- s-sexy?"She turned around displaying her body. She wanted to stop displaying herself in this bawdy fashion, but she wanted to get more of that honey cream feeling, too."I'll bet you want to f-f-fuck me," she stammered.It was a. However, they definitely caught my attention this time. One was a leather bag, on a stool, of the sort seen in old movies and television shows carried by doctors. I kept on humming as I carefully unzipped it to see what was inside. My eyes must have become wide as saucers, if only for a moment, when I saw what was inside.I'd found a short whip, a flogger (or was it a cat-o-nine tails?), a leather dog collar with a tag declaring "Slave" and a leash to go with it. There were other things, too.. ?MPHHHH!? Mick moaned as the bimbo began to buck up and down on hiscock. ?UGH! UGH!? Lady Midnight grunted as she rode the cock like anyseasoned whore. The horny heroine hated what she was doing but her sex driveshad taken over. She leaned back and pushed tits into his face.Mick began to suck and chew on the tits while he thrust his cock deepinto her tight pussy. He loved her pussy. It was always hot and tight. Hewrapped his hands around her ass and fondled it.?OH! OH! OH!? Lady Midnight gasped.