After about a minute I had milked out his load and he stepped back. He then told me it was my turn. I jumped up eagerly. His hand slid through and s...arted massaging my cock through my jeans, and then he worked my zipper down. His strong hand rubbed the outside of my jeans, and I knew I could not contain myself. I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, and they started to slide down. His hand pulled at my boxers and they were instantly out of the way. He started rubbing my balls, and I let. "Well it is time for your special lunch." She locked the door to his office, which seemed a rather ominous sign after this morning, he thought."Remove the trousers and jacket, slut. I want to see those lovely panties and bra."Inside of a minute, he was again standing in the middle of his office in lingerie and heels."Bend over, whore, and spread your legs."Once he was in position, he felt her fingers over his legs, his ass and then teasing down to wiggle the plug stuffing him."Nice and full,. “Ok,” I said bitterly. “I’ll do what you want.”“I thought so,” she said triumphantly.“We’ll start with a few changes now.”“When we’re alone, your name will no longer be Mark. It will be Wanker,” she said, with glee.I nodded.“I think we will tackle the friendliness issue first,” she laughed.“Get down on all fours, Wanker,” she commanded.I did as I was told.“As well as being an arshole to me in the past, you’ve also disliked Prince, when I’ve brought him round to visit, haven’t you?” She. Robert grabbed Sarah's hips again, slowly beginning his rhythm. Slow and easy, just as she'd done to him. He felt the same urges, but determined to give her the same sweet agony. He settled into a steady rhythm. It was exquisite. The tightness of her ass and the self denial was incredible. He felt himself approaching orgasm. The temptation to speed up was getting too much. Before he could, she moved herself off him, turning around. She grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes to rinse him of..