He was a hell of an agent though and he knew everything about everything in the fashion business. I'd been lucky to get him and I knew it, but the fac... was that I didn't believe in luck. Not anymore and only because I'd had way too much of it.Someone was pulling some strings for me. Or pulling mine maybe."Would you like more champagne, Cindy?"Sofia was already filling my glass and that was her job. Not to tend bar, but to make sure that whatever I wanted was there. She'd found me, I hadn't been. She spread her legs and stood on her toes to get her ass higher for him. The arch of her back, the feel of her soft hair in his hands as he pulled just a little harder on it, it was all working to bring him close. He slapped her ass and she let out small moans, trying her best not to be as vocal as she normally would be. She couldn’t forget they were still in the office.His cock felt so good in her wet pussy. With each thrust, she felt his girth spread her lips more. She hadn’t really. He was also bald (which I do like), clean shaven and he was tall. I’m only 5’8 and he was 6’6.He kept jokingly calling me neph since his relative of sorts was dating my mom but I said “it’s fine, your kind of like an uncle then”. He laughed and said “ok neph, just call me uncle D then”. On the 3rd day of working with this sexy man I honestly couldn’t take it anymore so I hoped online looking for some fun. I came across a mature muscular “daddy” type who who was also bald and tall, the only. He stood looking down at her, considering...then reached behind her head and unfastened her wrists from their shackles.Oh god, sweet relief! She felt her shoulders creak as He took hold of her wrists and gently lowered her arms, then slowly pulled her forward until she was resting on all fours. Ahhh...her knees, her ankles...released! She wanted to bend down and kiss His boot—would have, gladly, if He'd indicated that He wanted her to.But He was busy removing the handcuffs from the railings..