Pearce,” he said, standing up, panting. “It’ll be some hours.”I nodded and smiled at Virginia and Minako moving up to my desk, both staring at...me with lust. My Japanese secretary hurriedly took my panties from me when I held them up. I stared at the busty Virginia.“Virginia, strip,” I said as he began making calls on his cell phone.“Yes, Ms. Pearce,” the blonde moaned with breathy worship. She was utterly mine. It was such a delicious thing to witness.She undid the buttons to her low-cut. Now this became a daily habit, not seeing her washing clothes (her machine got repaired and the view got over), but masturbating while watching her video and seeing the pic, whenever I got aroused I used to fuck her in my imagination.We used to get into missionary position and I used to make love to her. Sometimes in my imagination I used to fuck her very roughly in doggy style. Tearing off her salwar suit and bra and kissing her boobs I imagined that her nipples would be pink and used to suck. She rolled the neckline down exposing the collar and dug in her bag to pull out the leash.I sighed. But Wendy really helped get my head on straight this morning. I reached over and clipped the leash to her collar. Rio inhaled haltingly. I unbuckled the collar and dangled it at the end of the leash.“You aren’t a submissive; you aren’t a slave; and you aren’t a pet,” I said. “You don’t need a collar and a leash.”“Do you hate me?” she asked.“No. Actually I’m rather fond of you.”“Really?”“Yes. But. We were being chased and our horses were too tired to run far enough to take us to complete safety. We were on our way home after a long ride, it was late in the day, and we were all tired. Our pursuers were gaining on us when I spotted a place where we could hole up and stand a chance of beating them off. We cut into a stand of trees that was on the side of a steep hill with an arroyo at the bottom of the hill. We raced into the arroyo and dismounted. We tied our horses to trees so that they.