"Thanks Mary," I said.The doors opened a few minutes later and the next two hours were a blur.People came by and I smiled and handed them brochures. O...e or two tookhold of the blazer or felt the trouser materials. In the middle of itall a tall, skinny man in his forties came over and smiled at me. Ihanded him a brochure. I saw Diane looking over his shoulder giving me abig wink and a nod."Hello there. So this is the new Mercer line?" he asked. As he did, herested his hand on my shoulder."Yes. Cherry minces over and grabshold of me gratefuly, one arm over my bare shoulder, the other resting onmy tummy... just a few inches below the curve of my breast. She smells sogood, of cherries and make-up, and a little bit like sex... and her skinpressing against mine is so soft...Mistress Thorne looks us up and down and smiles. ?Good... hmm.. now whereis my guest??As if on queue.. actually knowning her, probably exactly on queue, herdesk phone rings and she picks it up, ?Yes.. oh yes, bring her. Her asscheeks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly still keeping up a constant easy tension for a seeming thousand seconds until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and relaxed bit by bit. His face was crouched on the same level with the thin red folds of flesh that covered her cunt, and as he watched, eyes gleaming, they slowly parted before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a. .. "You just hang out here,and think about what you've done." he said as he walked out of the roomleaving my arms bound to the bed..."Well, at least my legs are free," I muttered, and used them to try andshift my position on the bed to try and get out of the massive wet spotthat was left from our fuck session... I heard a door close and my truckstart and leave the drive way...I just lay there, staring at the cieling, trying to figure out how I wasgoing to get out of this problem and back to.