It made her feel small and secure.He whispered in her ear, "Go wear that short skirt which I had ordered you to buy earlier, slave. I want to train yo... in something special today. Consider this as my gift for your birthday."These words were more than enough to make her go from moist to wet immediately. He usually didn't address her as a slave. At least not as frequently as she addresses him as sir. She was sure that this priceless gift he was going to give her will be much more worth than the. My eyes bulged.She had heavy thighs, which I guess made it almost impossible to put her knees together at least for very long. It was a struggle she had long since given up judging from the comfort of her slouch. She always sat like this, I could tell. She arranged the steno machine. She was ready."Miss Wilson, please read back the first incident with Mr. Hunt," the judge commanded. Her fingers flew through the miles of strange symbols on white tape until she found the appropriate moment.She. “I reckon it is, Kevin!” I was aware of Mel’s other hand slipping beneath her skirt to her own knickerless snatch. “I bet it’s as wet as my own!” We’d moved to within two feet of the object of our lust and I reached out and opened the storeroom door. “All you’ve got to do is say ‘no’, Miss Hart!” I groaned as I felt Mel’s fingers slip inside my jockeys and ease my rock-hard cock out through my zip. Miss Hart’s eyes dropped once again and she simply said “Angela”. “All you have to say is. She raised her hands to push Mr. 106 away but he knew that the time had come as he wriggled his cock from her and she gasped for air like never before. "Oh wow, you are unbelievable, that's like fuck all I've felt before!" slipped from the lips of Mr. 106 as he knelt down and cradled her head before lightly kissing her on her mouth. Her husband had retracted from her now and she wiggled herself back onto the bed still fighting for breath. Her husband stood on the floor now but looking down with.