Now I can’t be like that with you anymore.Sarvada: I understand. But be friendly with me, that’s all I am going to ask.Me: hey, you are first my f...iend, then something else.Sarvada smiled and returned to her work. Some days have passed, and we were just normal. One day we had some work in the record room to look at overdue accounts. We were deep into work, and I noticed her smiling.Me: What so funny?Sarvada: I always remembered how you used to handle my ass in this room. You used to press so. " He ignored the rolling eyes and directed his attention towards his mother, "Speaking of using your sexuality, Mom, isn't there someone at your job who could help you out with the right, say, persuasion?" Well, there is the owner, old mister Ekelhafter. He's always leering at me." What if you fuck him? Couldn't you get a raise or a promotion?" Well, sure he would be hap ... Oh my God! You want me to fuck that disgusting old bastard?" His mother turned a light shade of green. "You just don't. The benefits for him were increasing, would they for her?In the woods, Sir was even more dominant, thrusting his cock deep into her throat. He gripped her hair in two bunches, pulling her head forward and back, kept calling her Whore Tones (to rhyme with Miss Jones) and taunted her desperately rubbing her clit as he made her gag again and again.When Miss Jones swallowed Sir's cum, Sir said cruelly, 'Walk home from here, Miss Jones, here is your whore's reward.' He handed her an envelope. Worse. Linda locked the door of the bedroom behind her, and sat next to him on the bed. She put her arm around him, and held him, with his head upon her ample bosom. Jesse began to cry a little. Hussshh, my little Tiger&hellip, Mommas gonna make it all alright. Any time you need to feel more like a man, you bring that pretty cock of yours to me, and you shove it in any hole you want. Ill be your sex slave.. Your lady Tiger&hellip, Your cum dumpster Whatever it takes to make you feel like a man. Youre.