In and out of her. Caroline heard a noise in the distance. She moved her head to the side and she looked wildly at the shelves. She saw him there, ano...her stranger, watching her get fucked with a finger up her ass. Though she couldn’t see every detail, she knew that he had his own cock in his hands and that he was vigorously jacking off. The thought of it drew her closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. “Don’t stop,” she quietly urged her partner. “I’m so close.” The stranger continued to. "What are you thinking about while I crush your pathetic balls," she demanded."I was thinking I would love to be incarcerated in a dungeon for a few days, completely at the mercy of a mistress," I moaned in pain."I can help you with that. A fried of mine has a BDSM Hotel a relatively short drive from here. But you have to stay for the night and promise not to leave. You of course will have a safe word and don't have to do anything you really don't want to do. You can arrive on a Friday and. They had worked this out when they tried to bring inother managers to cover me when I was away on annual leave.On a Friday I would take my team for a drink in the local caf? to bondand speak about any problems anyone had at work. That way people felthappier to talk than they would in the shop.I liked to ensure things were done properly and I think sometimes thismeant it was difficult for me to unwind or have fun.I remember one Wednesday Gemma came home from school and complained toher Mum and I. I quit worrying about Cynthia, as she seemed to hit it off with Laura quite well. If she was telling her secrets about our relationship and her marriage situation, I guess they were relating. I managed to keep their wine glasses filled and that seemed to oil the earlier tension.Cynthia excused herself to use the bathroom. When she closed the door, Laura said, "I like your girlfriend. She worries about me, but I think she will get over that." That's good to know. I prefer not to have friction.