The other man moves closer to your face as he tells you to open your mouth. You look up at him and do as you’re told. He slides his cock deep in you... throat. Choking you. Making you gag. You try to push away but you are tied safely to the table. He slaps your cheek hard and tells you to take it. “Take that cock you fucking whore. Choke on it. Fuck yes. I like that. Choke on my fucking cock you filthy little cunt.” You like getting fucked in all of your holes. You like being my good little whore. After missing a couple days of work without a phone call, Katrina was either sent or she took it upon herself to check on him. In his condition there was no way he could have answered the door. So instead he answered through it. He feigned sickness, hoping it would drive her off and it worked. If it were any other circumstance, Marshall would have liked nothing more than to invite her in and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. But any feelings or fantasies he held for her were long gone. He could. On the Friday, she'd gone straight into the shower when she got home and I'd bumped into her when she was emerging with just a large towel round her. As she returned to her room, I'd gone with her and was soon helping her dry herself - a very pleasant activity! It wasn't long before we both ended up naked on her bed enjoying ourselves as we had done so often over the past two weeks. But this time it was late afternoon rather than at bedtime so was in the full light of day. That made a nice. She gripped the far side of the desk and let out a long slow moan that trailed into a high pitched squeal. Not of pain. But of pleasure. She had done it. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the mascara tear streaks down her face. Her messy hair and her sweaty bosom pressed against the desk beneath her. She was free. Free of all previous fears and inhibitions. Of every kind of shame that society put on her. Free to fuck her boss for money. To be fucked in the ass like a toy without fear.