She tells me its almost time and she gets up to turn on the music. She turns it up much louder than she usually would and then she seems to be gone fo... several minutes. I am sure she is tormenting me, getting me to build up a huge load that I will soon deposit in her tight body! Just as I was calling for her to come back i felt her lay on the bed and without saying a word i felt her mouth suck my cockhead and lick around my head down to my full sack. i was in heaven as she sucked my rock hard. She guessed correctly that will include sexual services, as soon as told her how to dress from first day.She has no idea yet to which degree I will make her my sweet slave and how far my domination will go.She gulps for fresh air, still looking up to me with her hot dark eyes, while she waits for more orders.She gets my gesture, turns around, bends over and lifts her skirt so I can finally see her boyish bums.She gasps in amazement, as I immediately penetrate her full length with my mighty. She seemed to brighten at that and asked if I wanted to see her also. I told her that I had been looking forward to it since I met her.Her gaze fell to the floor but she smiled wider and began to untie the thin shoulder straps of her sundress. Unrestrained it fell to the floor, exposing her small breast hidden in an off-white, lacy bra and matching panties with a little peach bow of ribbon at the front. She showed no hesitation reaching back and unclasping her bra and exposing her little. The interviewer drew out from Satin things she’d almost forgotten and as the probing dug deeper she attempted to avoid sounding evasive or pretentious. She assumed the slowing absorption of professional judgment was beginning to show she was thinking and acting with greater maturity but then she made a decision that identified her as being an idiot: She accepted an invitation to have dinner with Mr Armstrong that evening. He was predatory, there was no doubt about that and when he sought sex.