" A little smile appeared on his face, and his cock twitched a bit. "What's the first rule dude?" "The first rule is: you call me Sir." Not gonna lie,...this is kinda when I realized how intense my dominant side is. :) It's been growing ever since. Anyways, we got things started with tying the tie around his eyes, so he couldn't see anything. Then I went and found some rope in his garage. I came back to him stroking his nice cock and said, "No touching unless I say so." He chuckled and started. .. I don't even know what to call you." Is that all?" I smiled. "You may call me... Bridget." Bridget?" Have you got a problem with my name, Mister?" I snapped."Not at all, Madame Bridget," he replied. "It just wasn't quite whatI was expecting. But I think Bridget's the absolutely perfect namefor you." Good. I'm glad that's settled." I looked at the odd man for amoment. "But now that you've brought it up, what should I call you?" Anything you like, of course." Then I'll call you Sweetcheeks," I. “But I need to pee again.” “OK, but don’t go far.” Beth took three steps back and squatted down. As soon as she lowered herself down she relished a torrent onto the deck. As she pissed she looked right into Pat’s crotch knowing that she wanted to taste Pat’s juices. Pat looked over to her husband, and was shocked to see him fully hard and stroking his cock as he watched Beth piss on the deck. He glanced up to his wife and gave her a smile. With that smile all inhibitions were lost. Pat could. Always looking gorgeous. Sitting close to me as if tempting me to do as I please. Laying back just a little so i can admire the slit in the bottom of your skirt. Touching your leg, and running my hand up under your skirt. Letting my thumb caress the top of your opening while I never look up from my desk. Trying to break your speech while you fill me in on the days plans. You never say a word, or complain in fear of being fired, but secretly enjoying it enough to occasionally show up at work.