“Just like you said Madam, ‘weak’! I beg you to take me to that bed. I have no strength whatsoever to rescue my cock and balls from your grasp. ...hank you for letting me hold your big ass to stay warm.”, he declared as he pressed my ass cheeks a bit more tightly.That young scoundrel had understood the game which I wanted to play without me telling him. He wasn’t frightened anymore and didn’t dare to show his excitement at the same time. His only escape was in making me satisfied and he was aware. As for clothes I get hard for the slutty secretary look, a nice tight pencil skirt with some stockings and high heels is sure to make me cum and as for pvc or leather dresses well let's just say it can get messy.I decided to bite the bullet got out of my car and knocked at the front door. It was answered by Sara and I nearly cum in my pants straight away. From the feet up Sara had on a shiney pair of high heeled black pvc knee high boots. A black short shiny latex skirt which looked like it had. He rammed his cock as deep into my throat as far as he could, gagging me until I almost choked before letting me catch my breath. "You like that you fuckin' shit?" he asked me "Yes, yes master" I cried back "This fuckin' shitty whore loves your fuckin' cock fuckin' my shitty mouth" I added. With that he pulled me to my feet, backed up a bit and now started to slap at my tits. "Nice fuckin' tits whore" he said "You like getting them beaten whore?" he asked "Yes, yes master" I replied "I love. Kyle was convinced that a big part of the productivity increase was due to the workers' beliefs that someone with influence at the top was actually listening to them for a change. And that someone was Mrs. Pittman.Jan Pittman had begun to visit the break areas between the fabrication and other buildings at the main plant shortly after her husband, Brad, had been promoted to a Junior Vice President position within J.A.M Aluminum. She would ask good breakthrough questions and good follow-up.