He seized on a chair that we had at the time which he gently pushed me across so that my backside was in the air, exposed and available. I recall my p...nties being removed and the feeling of fingers and tongue probing an exploring both my pussy and arse. I must have been wriggling as every time I tried to move, he would give my backside a sharp slap. To this day I don’t know where he produced it from, but I suddenly found him tying my wrists and securing them over the back of the chair with. At 31 years old she owned two small franchises and worked full time as a pharmacist. While we often did have strong arguments about my lack of productivity, she loved having a sex slave/houseboy. And I loved filling that role.Not that I was completely unproductive. I did all the cooking and cleaning, helped field business calls and did Kristen’s calendar. I also found time to go to the gym every single day for at least two hours. After that, my time was mine. It was a nice arrangement for. ‘Why dont you try it on?’ Says the assistant. ‘Take your husband in with you and I’m sure he’ll give you his honest opinion’. ‘Good idea’, I say. And I’m grinning like a chehire cat as I gently guide you into a changing booth. I close the door behind us and turn to face you. I take a deep breath and place my hand behind your neck and pull you in and give you the longest deepest kiss that I’ve ever given in my life. You moan softly in to my mouth and our tongues make contact which sends a bolt. “Linda, suck me. Drink my juice down, and swallow me whole. Then tell me of your progress with Britney.” She began to speak, and I shushed her. “Suck me now. Speak later.”Settling to her knees, Linda released my pants, drew my shorts down, and assisted me to step from them. I removed my shirt, and, now naked as she, presented my rigid prong to her.Linda dove onto my prick as if there were nothing else in the world she wanted. Her hot wet mouth engulfed me, and I was soon settled in, deep in her.