Oblivious to the world around him, he sat staring at his beer on the table, wondering why he had even bothered to order the damn thing in the first pl...ce. Derek was never really much of a drinker, and in fact hated the taste of most alcoholic beverages, especially beer. His brew of choice this evening had more to do with his state of mind than it did to quench his thirst. As he sat nursing his beer, he suddenly heard his name being called out. The voice was so unmistakable that he immediately. She had to go to the little windoweach time the bell was rung and take money and give invoices, givedirections up through the site, or bring Mister Arnold's businessassociates into the office to wait to see him.All of them were men and all of them looked her up and down and leeredat her, she was constantly feeling uncomfortable and often she carriedpapers with her to hide behind.Things seemed to slow down a little by late morning when Mister Arnoldfinally appeared in the main office. He was in. Between them was Mike. Janelle and Mike had been friends since college, they’d met in their theater class. Janelle made it a firm and foremost point to assure me that there was nothing between them but I could always tell. Smart men can always tell when men want a woman.I should’ve been enraged or totally destroyed but I wasn’t. Watching Mike devour my wife’s pussy sent all the blood straight to my cock. Watching her facial expressions, seeing pure ecstasy exude from her as Mike was making love. “Breathe out” he commanded. I exhaled as hard as I could, preparing for the rib-crushing torture as he strapped me into my shiny patent leather corset. He pulled the strings of my lace up corset crushing my size 8 waist, pushing my DD cup breasts up out the top. The corset was hand made by some local designers. One of a kind. The patent leather shoes with ribbon laced through were imports. My tiny red lace panties were pulled tight across my white ass as I held onto the bed post as hard as I.