I reached for mypurse, grabbed the prescription bottle, tapping out a single .25 MG whitepill - downing it with a gulp of cold coffee. I stood, strai...htened myskirt, and buttoned my sweater up. I caught my reflection in the glassof my office door and thought I looked the part of legal secretary - nowto execute that role. Don't panic... I had my fully charged voice-recorder, two pads of legal paper, three pens, two highlighters, andenough confidence in myself to get through whatever was. “Good Riley good, thats it.”Sam kept praising me, over and over. I don’t know what he expected really, I might not be the best slave in the club, not even a good one but I had spent years jerking myself off, so his cock was easy to tease. My hands were so soft and delicate, trailing over his balls and the head of his manhood as I brought him closer and closer to the edge before I let go. Watching him tense and grit his teeth before starting again. I had worked him into a frenzy, sliding his. “Down,” she whispered. He softly and slowly kissed down her chest, down her belly, past her navel. He skipped down to her inner thighs and kissed and licked right outside her lips. He felt her feet rubbing on his lower back somewhat frantically. “You’re teasing,” she whispered. She could feel his breath on her lips. She couldn’t take any more. She reached down and grabbed his head and pulled him into her folds. He licked each outer lip slowly but with some pressure before moving to the inner. She asks if I can be her designated driver. I agree of course. She replies with a smiley face saying I'm sweet. When I go to pick her up, she opens the door looking absolutely stunning. Classy with just the right amount of sex. She's wearing a black cashmere sweater, a dark purple miniskirt with sparkles, and her black open-toed Jimmy Choo stilettos. I can tell she spent a lot of time on her hair and makeup. She's also wearing expensive perfume. She's looking very fuckable, and she knows it. I.