Now straight out the gate I had two strikes against me. Practically running, the hem of my long skirt swishing around my black riding boots I rush int... the shiny chrome and glass conference room, apologizing, I set up for my presentation. I can feel his deep blue almost black eyes on me as I fumble with the set-up of the projector. He does not say a word just sits with his chin resting on his entwined fingers until I am done. I turn and face him. Unfolding his longs legs he stands at over 6. Now, it’s the idea of being embarrassed and even a little humiliated, possibly punished, for it, that turns me on so much!“I’m sorry if I hurt or angered you in any way, but from day one, honey, you knew what I was. I was a slut. I always have been. I always will be. It’s how I am designed somehow. I’m made for debauchery, for fornication, for adultery. I wanted the respectable marriage and easy life, but I also wanted the fun and games of a wild and deviant lifestyle.“What better way to. I just want you to be happy."“If you want to Becky, go ahead. I was just wondering what you were doing. I want you to be happy too. It did feel kinda good.”“If I do things that feel good to you, will you do them back to me?”I was feeling good. I didn't want to upset her by telling her no. So I nodded, telling her I would. I could feel her smile as she returned to my breasts licking and sucking like a newborn baby. The feeling between my legs growing as she went from breast to breast leaving. I wore a good deo and was ready to board the bus. It was a private bus hence no worries of discomfort or rush. I had pre-booked my seat, which was a window seat as I hate other seats. So I jumped in and started searching for my seat. I found the bus was quite empty as I was early. So I got my seat and was listening to songs for time pass.I was almost dozing when the bus started. Still, the 2 seats beside me were empty. I secretly prayed to get some hot girl there. But the bus started moving. I.