He pushed the bottle further and further into me and the flared shape stretched my pussy open more and more. He had no problem inserting it as I was s...aked with arousal. He spoke for the first time since he started using the bottles.He told me “Play with your clitoris. I want to see you cum.”Once again, I did as I was instructed and used my fingertips, strumming repeatedly over my now very sensitive clitoris as he moved the tall bottle slowly inside me. The feelings were unbelievable and it. I hate to show weakness so early on, but I have to cry out. The hands open and my tits slump heavily back to their usual position, still throbbing. I wait for whatever comes next, my ears straining for any clue as to what that might be. The pause is unbearable.My left tit receives a harsh, stinging slap. Almost before I can cry out the right tit receives the same. The pain shocks through me and I strain against the ropes but they just bite into my wrists, cruel and unyielding. Another slap, and. She was dressed to kill in a skin tight black lycra body skirt and carrying a small bag. Her ample tits were straining to bust loose of the thin material and her legs ran up and made a great ass of themselves. I rolled my tongue back into my mouth and jumped up to greet her. As I gave her a quick peck on the cheek, she handed me her bag and told me not to put it too far as she will be needing some of the toys that it held. I asked her if she was ready for this and she nodded in the affirmative.. “Well, sir, you’re not lecherous, you’re appreciative … and thank you, sir … and you are definitely not old. Some people may seem old at 51 but not you, sir.”He shifted his eyes from my bare body and looked out the door still holding the ‘appreciative’ smile. “I like it, Abby. It was a great idea of yours.”’In the month or so since I took the position of his PA, I had not only filled the position fully, like his big cock filled one of my holes, but I had suggested several modifications to the.