She carried a portfolio and walked straight up to me to shake my hand.“Hello, I am here to interview for the assistant’s job,” she said, firmly ...olding my hand and then letting her nails lightly scratch the palm as she let go.“I see, Miss…”“No, please call me Jill,” she said.“Well, Jill, why don’t you have a seat, please. Is there anything I can get you? Coffee? Tea?”“No thank you, I have been out and about all day, caffeine is the least of what I need,” she said.As I pulled a chair across from. I started strategically placing the cuffs on chairs and furniture so I could cuffs each hand separately.But that meant I had to get her in the right room and into the specific chair that worked. (The one in the pic above was my favorite because I could stand on the bench and cum on her face before I started eating her out. You can see the cum dripping down her cheek.). She quickly figured out what rooms and furniture put her at the most risk, and the element of surprise was gone. So yesterday's. They were chatting like a pair of magpies while Sherry felt that her brain was melting and would soon run out her ears.Interrupting the discussion, she said, “I’m glad that’s over. Let’s go home.”Otterly said, “We can’t go home yet.”“Now we have to find shoes,” her mother said.“She’s got shoes,” Sherry said.Sherry was rather remarkable in her attitude towards shoes as far as the majority of women were concerned. She usually wore sneakers and owned one pair of flats. That was the extent of her. Her pink bra was showing, so I reached around with both hands and placed them under each cup, and lifted her bra, allowing her 38D breasts to fall right out. “Wow, still nice, uh… sorry. I suppose I meant to only think that,” said Paul. Eric kind of laughed, but it was a little reserved. “No problem Paul. I love ‘em too, and I think they have only gotten better. I love the perfect pink nipples. Truly my favorite play things.” I reached up and pinched her nipple, and then smiled at them both and.