Besides those legs of yours need binding to keepyou out of trouble."I obey her, of course I do, and sit looking up at her resting my poor asson the be.... She kneels before me resting her hands on my thighs, thenstarts to stroke them, quite forcefully. I moan into the gag, I lovehaving my stockinged legs rubbed like that, it feels so good, and my poorcock twitches again in its prison, making me squirm."Oh, my little slut likes this does she?" Mistress says smiling lookinginto my eyes, moving her. Carefully she sat at the edge of the massage table, her heart beating wildly with anticipation and nerves as she waited for the exact right moment to start her plan. Olivia gave a small tap on the door and pushed it open. Lydia quickly turned and laid on her stomach, pretending that she was just getting on the table when Olivia entered, and thereby giving the woman an excellent view of her nudity. The massage therapist seemed startled. “Oh, I’m sorry Lydia, I thought you were ready! Should I. ’ ‘Why don’t you trust other people, Mr. Jones’ chimed in the mystery man. ‘For the exact reason that we are here today, this audit is a good example, if you trusted your employees to do their job, would you have as many of these audits?’ The mystery man was taken back by what I said, hell even the woman who was taking the minutes looked up when she got done typing. ‘What the hel….,’ Mr. Spencer started to say. But the mystery man put his hand up to stop him. Who is this guy, I thought to. It felt so good, I would have cried tears of joy right then and there, but apparently orgasms take priority over other emotional outbursts. Almost immediately, I began to spew my juices out, like an oil well that struck black gold. Encouraged by my exploding body, Uncle Clyde pumped harder, slamming his balls against my ass time after time. I felt his enormous cock well up and spasm inside me, and then he was groaning loud with each spurt of cum that entered my love canal. The hot sensation of.