The first, small orgasm followed swiftly after that; on my feet, fully dressed, leaning heavily on the edge of Harry’s desk. My legs were parted; hi... strong, dark hand deep inside my knickers.From that moment on, I was putty in his hands. Slipping his fingers from my knickers, Harry rose to his feet and we began to kiss. My arms flew around his neck and I hung there, my lips fixed to his, tongues deep inside each other’s mouths as his hands made short work of my skirt and panties.Bared from the. He do everything, give me everything. It like being married, no? Hee hee.Easy to make a man a slave who loves you. Not Chinese proverb, but maybe should be, no? It true, my mother always said. She right. Alan in love with me, in love with my feet. He no can live anymore without me and feet. He agree to everything I ask. I no force him to be slave. He come along of free will, his own decision, the last choice he ever make, hee-hee. I give him new name, Chinese name, Alan no good for name, too. She is working my office and she from other city. She lives in there alone and working as Executive in my company. I always stare her boobs, butt when she comes to me to goes away from me.She is having her birthday on 22 Feb. On that day, She had dressed for the occasion. She was wearing a red saree with a sleeveless blouse that had a halter neck that showed off her shapely arms. Red lipstick, red nailpolish and red bangles on her wrists. She also used perfume looks like she opened a brand new. I slid across the leather seat towards him, and reached out to touch his knee. I touched it gently, and started to caress him with my finger, slowly around the knee and then along his inner thigh. He wriggled and very purposefully opened his knees wider apart. I reached for his zip, and slowly played with his swelling cock through the rough cotton oh his pants, then I undid his belt and zip, and reached into his pants. He wasn’t wearing underpants, and his cock felt warm and hard. I gently.