With your teeth,” as he complies.“Now my blouse Damian, take it off for me, I want to show you my tits. Do you like my long hard nipples and my cu...-less bra. Thirty-six D.“Have I aroused you sufficiently?“I want to watch Damian suck your cock Seb, you are bigger than him and I am very impressed. Very.”Up until now we have never performed for a woman like Pamela, super confident sex bomb, almost six-feet tall, a full-size fourteen, fifty-years old and an absolute turn on for us. We both have. All he could say was, "What?"She repeated, "I am your Mistress Queen and you are my slave." And then the biggest smile formed on her face.The phrase was the trigger. Within seconds he responded "Yes Mistress."Her smile got even bigger as she realized her plan had worked to perfection. Her arrogant husband had been reduced to a feminzed slave. He was hers to do with as she wished.She slowly pealed off her leather shorts. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. The excitement of the last few. Because my father was exposed to all these new, young and talented, people assigned to handle his requests and questions, three new potential brain trust members were identified, and later, transferred over to the Bolling offices. Two of them became founding brain trust members. The third potential member ended up marrying a local doctor, then quitting to have children, before the actual forming of a true brain trust.My father had a good eye for judging employee potential. Unlike me, he. I lay down full length on the slab, pulling the towel up so high that it almost covers my face. I'm asleep, or so I pretend. The next thing I know, a hand casually rests against my foot. Then she begins to squeeze and rub my foot, then began to play with my toes, pulling on then in soft strokes. Her hand moves up to my thigh, gently rubbing as it moves closer to me. I gasp, hidden beneath my towel. The hairs on my neck bristle with excitement. But the towel protects me, hides me, and I remain.