I work for a large advertising firm that by and large was stuffy and hyper-competitive. It’s such a relief to get out of the office and out with “...eal” people. I wore khakis and a light blue shirt and I figured I could get away without wearing a tie after the first two calls. It was warming up and I could feel a little trickle of sweat as I drove up to Lafayette . I loved the place because it was so different. Lafayette is a peaceful place that still clings to a. I could not start the main course until after the soup was served. I had some spare time. Being in bondage had me all wet. I dripped over the floor. So i went on my knees to lick the pussy juices off the floor when i heard a door opening.Master walked in, saw me on the floor licking my own cunt juice and nodded to me in appreciation on finding me that way. He looked around and saw my dinner preparations and smiled. "Good slut" he said and gave me a piece of paper with the instructions for. I'd use the word "thick,",which I think is a word teenagers use to describe women these days. My breast were were 36DD, but I always wore large sweaters at work or in public as I was embarrassed. My former boyfriend wasn't fond of my tits and, since he had been the only man I'd been with, neither was I. I never worked out a day in my life so my curves were all natural. I like to keep my pussy as smooth as possible, just in case I come across someone willing to go down there. Along with my. A girl needs to encourage that, sometimes. This one sure does, I'll tell you. And that woke up the part of me that wasn't joking." My, my. Not just honest lust but compliments on top," I told her, shaking his head.Linda laughed that infectious laugh again, and I beat my conscience into submission. Before she had stopped laughing I had put my hands on the smooth brown skin of her back, under her thin sweater, and I was kneading the muscles there. Linda settled her hips against mine and we.