Then she decided it was time to empty my balls. This was done with a vibrator. She had a great technique with it just stimulating until I was going to...cum then withdrawing it. Eventually I came and she collected it in a small beaker. I thought that was then end of the session but NO! I was lowered to the floor but still in a state of leg supension. My hands were released from the floor but the rope was left tied on my hands. My legs were now lowered and my hands were then attached to the. His fingers were penetrating my throbbing pussy. He curve his long fingers as if gesturing for someone to come here. He kept going as drawing me deeper into his fingers. Then it happened. I felt as of I was going to pee, then it was pleasure all over again. He whispered into my ear “ let it go” and I did I came all over his fingers, and the floor. It was like a shower. “ That’s it” . Before I knew it I felt his finger playing with my asshole. I tried to pull away, but he pulled me back. He. Arm in arm, they walked back around the building, trying not to look suspicious.A little while later, Alan was back in his meetings and Marissa was feeling a little better about herself.Their afternoon quickie was a little more to her liking. It was fast and raw. It was completely devoid of any emotional attachments. He had taken her and had his way with her.Alan had used her for the sex, and in Marissa's mind, that was okay. That's what he was paying her for.But there was another little part. It’s only about 5 inches long and fairly slim and I slip in inside me under my work skirt for a little thrill when I’m surfing NN from my office desk. I’ve nearly been caught a couple of times by colleagues coming to speak to me when I’ve had the vibrator deep in my pussy, the buzzing only half concealed by the office radio. At home we sat on the sofa with a glass of wine and his hands were all over me, after a few drinks his usual sensitive bedroom nature makes way and he turns in to a horny.