.. Erm... " he stammered." I need a manager. Someone to... Erm... Be in charge of things. Some to organise me... Someone to... Tell me what to do... "...That last part rang a little bell of recognition for me. I'd seen it countless times before. Some people get a little shy when they're asking for what they really want, but if you can read between the lines then you can save a great deal of time. Michael, it seemed, with his well paid job, his luxury car, and his long standing wife, had the need. ‘Tell me what I want to hear,’ he said, his voice deep and gently vibrant. My mind flashed to a conversation not so long ago. I heard the echo of him, his voice steely and determined. . . . You’re mine, you belong to me, I own you… you will admit it. ‘I belong to you, sir,’ I said diffidently, slowly feeling my way through this new and completely unknown territory. He hummed deep in his chest, still smiling down at me. ‘Tell me, private.’ ‘You own me, sir,’ I said, even more softly than before.. Mike moved to take Jeremy’s place. “No, don’t do thatto me again!” Amy screamed at Mike, “You can’tmmmmphfffff!” Amy was silenced by Mike’s Cock as itentered her mouth and began fucking her down herthroat. Amy was being fucked in 2 holes again. Both cocks werepistoning in and out of Amy in what seemed to her to bein rhythm. She then felt the cock in her pussy nearingorgasm. John began ramming harder and faster in to Amybefore he f****d himself. Being somewhat horny I was blunt and started "she likes most things, sucking cock almost as much as being fucked but doesn't take it up the ass". As my wife of some 4 years walked back into the room looking so beautiful dressed in her red satin black laced suspenders, black stockings, matching red and black lace bikini g-string panties and an oh so short off white opened see through negligee showing her bare perfect breasts nicely. " Hey Bill, I like what I see, I like what I see", commented.