My client showed up and my secretary brought him to my office in which I told her to lock the door as she leaves we will probably be a while. We talke... business and as always I watched his eyes stare at my breasts which made my nipples very hard and he could see them through my dress, I made a point I'm going to the file cabinet and grabbing a document he needed to sign and bending over to show him where to sign so he could get a clear look down my dress which he did.I was ready to take him out. Giggle. “You’re suckin’ ‘im. Not exactly requiring a lot of concentration,” Deena teased. Then she got down at the level of my dick and nuzzled Haley aside.Giggle. “Just a little taste...”Haley let her, the squealed when Deena didn’t relinquish... Maybe, just maybe, in some adolescent sex fantasy, I might have come in the vicinity of imagining what was happening to me that day, but trust me, no man nor boy has enough imagination to match the reality.Those two love each other and they love me. "No! No. I'm fine," Frederik responded and tried to look more relaxed."Nervous to meet my parents," Sandra said smiling."A little bit," Frederik confessed."Don't worry," Sandra told him. "They aren't home ... yet."Sandra let out a giggle when she heard Frederik sigh. "You can put your bag over there," Sandra told him and pointed toward a corner in the room.After Frederik had put his backpack away, Sandra took him to the living room, and they went sitting on the big sofa. Sandra was facing him,. Kendra Jones the strong Black woman who moonlighted as a dominatrix was fading away. Kendra Jones the meek-eyed submissive was taking hold. And I loved that transformation in her.I continued to push her further. She got used to wearing the Black and white maid's uniform. One day, I invited some white female friends at my house and told them Kendra Jones was my maid. And for the entire evening, Kendra Jones quietly served us tea and crackers, and went about her duties just like a real maid.