"Yes boss?" I asked in my most seductive voice(I was still trying to get him to fuck me). He instructed me to come closer to his desk and I did so, sl...wly working my hips with every step. I watched as he licked his lips while looking my voluptous body up and down.Now I must let it be known that it's a secret to no one that I love to suck dick as much as fuck itI got to the front of his desk and leaned in, making my breast spill out. "Oh! I'm so sorry" I yelped. I watched as a cheshire cat grin. His cock now limp he dresses and then puts away the toys, before untying me. Not bothering with the blindfold, but leaving the clamps on my nipples he leads me back to his home, which is huge, one of the mansions on the water I always wanted to visit. Leaving me standing outside, he takes the bag back to his playroom and brings out my shoes, skirt and blouse telling me to get dressed. I do that and he smiles at me, “Give me your phone number, I already looked at your license to get your. After a fewminutes he came out, and went back the way he had come,disappearing through another gate in another corner ofthe park. On the way home, my mind was in turmoil. Here was mywife, being as kind, loving and attentive as ever,always eager to have sex with me � better sex than everbefore � and always having intense, long-drawn-outorgasms. She looked prettier and sexier than she everhad before, she dressed more daringly, and she washappier and more confident. And all because she wasbeing. You’re feeling good?’ ‘Very,’ she smiled at him. Much better than she had been when she’d walked into the place. Then she’d felt the buzz that always accompanied undercover work. That buzz was still there, but it was accompanied by a feeling of excitement that was parading between her thighs. The sensation worked itself up a couple of notches at Daly’s next words. ‘The bikinis are in the dressing room,’ he said, jumping energetically to his feet. Bikinis? Neither she nor Sandra Wilson had.