....though Mistress Alyson had said she would only open them after I had complete my task of changing into the lingerie. I knew that Mistress Alyson h...d not made a mistake, but knew me more than myself and that I would do as she instructed, as I had all her instructions in our short online relationship......her legs open as she slowly and idly stroked her shaven sex, as she watched me place my bag on the patio table next to me and look around. I was worried about what the neighbours would be. ’ ‘You’re the boss, Jay. I know other senior execs will rant and rave if I get a privilege denied to them, but so fucking what? We are not all equal. My task is to take your hot ‘Passion’ forward, so this hard-nose attitude is what’s going to do the job – you have no choice but to accept, Jay. ‘Jay must not be spoken to like that Camilla.’ ‘Shut up Al. Jay is on a knife edge, wondering whether to strangle me or to follow his instincts.’ ‘Agreed. Come on Al,’ said Jay, kissing Camilla on the. He glistened with sweat, beneath her, tense and watchful. As though she pleasured him almost to the point of cumming, as he made a commendable attempt to prolong these precious moments.She felt her own release mounting. To save them both she rode up and gloriously down only once more before she stilled. In the pause she bent her head to kiss him, savouring the fullness of his lips and the heat of his mouth. The exchange made her weak with desire, doing nothing to cool the fires that raged. I shoved back for all I was worth as B started pounding my ass with his cock. The guy on the tv had a cock in his mouth and a cock in his ass...and B was fucking me like we were making our own porn. His hands keeping my hips still now, he weight pushing me into the carpet, and his cock simply destroying my asshole like there was no tomorrow. "Fuck. . .you. . .you. . .nasty little fucking slut. . .that's my ass. . .that's my ass I[m fucking". I told B "Yes, that's your ass, fuck the shit out of.