Upon finding the door, she knocks softly and waits.“Come in.” Mr.Hemsworth states, his voice muffled. “Yes, sir.” Charlotte replies before ent...ring. She closes the door behind her and takes in the environment. It’s a lovely office with dark colors and quite the expected view on the top floor. Needless to say, she’s impressed. Of course, she couldn’t show it, given her tardiness. “First off, Mr.Hemsworth, I’m so sorry for-.” Charlotte states before she’s cut off by the man.“It’s okay, Ms.Haynes.. " With that Mistress turned and got into the driving seat of herlimo to drive herself home. I was left in the hands of Togo, whowithout speaking took me by the arm and led me to a paddedbench, which he had set up behind the van. I was laid on my backon the bench and strapped down, with my arms above my head, andmy legs, wide apart. Togo began his preparations of me, byproducing a penis gag, with a difference, it had what appearedto be a gum shield at its base. He pulled my mouth open andgently. She knew that most of the men were looking at her, she loved it, but it was the other women that she flirted subtly with, only a very few of them knew what mum did for a living, and they all approved, or else they wouldn't have been invited to her birthday party.I wasn't supposed to know what she did, but I found out quite by accident one night when I was unable to sleep for the grunts, groans and stifled little squeals of pleasure coming from her and dad's bedroom down the hallway. I got up. Despite my anxiety, I could still feel my clear wee spewing out of my clitty. “I think you know Miss Marsh” said Miss Bolton as she walked back into the kitchen with another woman. I did indeed recognise her as she was a gym teacher at my school and very fit as well, being about 22 years old, brunette and with a very shapely figure. I could feel my blush rising in my cheeks as I imagined the view that Miss Marsh was getting of my secret places as she was standing directly behind me.“Hello.