I check on my keyboard tray, under my desk, but alas, nothing. I’m a bit disappointed, but perhaps I have everything I need for the event. My office...has this annoying habit of holding a potluck lunch on the fourth Friday of the month. Not being particularly domestic, I usually bring a veggie tray or hummus with pita chips. As I unwrap the veggie tray and the ranch dressing, Steve and Jason walk over. ‘So,’ Jason says. ‘We hear you have a secret admirer.’ I roll my eyes and vow to kill Mark. The. She was still holding the cuke inme and started to lightly kiss her way up my body. She licked each stillhard nipple and with each flick of her wonderful tongue I felt my pussyclamp down on the cuke. I took my hands away from my eyes and looked ather. I could see the lust in her eyes and knew we weren't done yet. Iopened my arms up and she lay down on top of me. Her hand had to leavethe cuke but it was still planted deep in me. We kissed, and where I hadsmelt her perfume and shampoo earlier now. But Marie didn’t flinch a bit at the name-calling and kept the compliant docile demeanor that she had fallen into, once I’d made my point. She knew I wanted a high heeled slave whore in my house who kept her cunt mouth shut, who fucked, sucked and served as and when told. In her journal, which she was required to write from that day, she wrote, ?Yesterday I was Marie and today I am ‘fuck-face.’A man has every right to talk like a MAN and it’s not any of a woman’s business how He should choose. He moves around her kissing her lightly on the side of the face, trailing along her neck to the back of her long hair. Pushing aside her long curly hair he brushes her shoulders, kissing lightly the area just under her hair all the while moving his hands along her arms. Reaching for the end of her shirt, he lifts it gently over her head, taking care to place kisses along her naked skin while moving the shirt out of the way. Taking her breasts in his hands he begins to tease her nipples.