The violence in town is so bad nowadays, so many senseless killings, and who would miss a silly little secretary like you??However, what with the McAl...stair deal coming to a head next week, and the west coast trip to plan, the last thing I need right now is to have to train up a new PA. You may be the lowest, most treacherous little worm I’ve ever met, but you might just get lucky; I might just let you live after all.?So, here’s the deal. From now on you’re mine, you’re my pet, you’re my slave,. Her hips push forward involuntry and she can feel her nipples harden against the inside of her shirt, the combination of the coldness of the night and the breeze moving her shirt against her nipples make the sensation so unbearable, but fuck... oh so nice... Her hips start to rock back and forth in a very slow motion, almost undetectable for others, but so true to Lillian. In this very high state of arousal, she's aware of being in public at the mercy of anyones eyes, but strangely, this. This story isn't the dirtiest or most intense out there, however it always makes me horny thinking about the day I started to realise my sexual desires and what put me on the path to who I am now. This story goes back several years to when I was 16; I had spent the day with friends on a hot sunny day drinking beers round the BBQ pit. I enjoyed my friends' company but I always felt overshadowed by the fact I was the only virgin in the group; it wasn't a big deal to anyone but it drove me mad, so. I just got it like that. It must’ve been the good looks, or the masculine energy I project everywhere. It seemed that these women could sense an assertive man and wanted a piece. “I’m Ramon, nice to meet ya.”She grabbed my hand and took the phone away from it and put her number in. Still leaning in close Shana whispered, “Whenever you get tired of the kitten and want some grown pussy, call me.” My mind wondered for a minute at what was between those thick, light-skinned thighs that she crossed.