” She slipped the dress off the hanger and slipped it over her head and smoothed it over her body. She looked at me and turned, lifting her hair. ...��Zip me Master?”I did. She dropped her hair and turned back to me. “How do I look?” “You look fabulous. How else?” I smiled. “Now, shoes. I recall a pair of light colored strap pumps when we went through your shoes.”She went to the closet and bent down to reach for them. The back of the dress exposed her stocking tops and garters but not. She was a medium height girl wearing a yellow cashmere sweater with a black pencil skirt, and I immediately recognized her as Amanda, the college-aged daughter of my boss. We had had several conversations at different company functions over the last couple years, and she was really cute, but she was still the boss’s daughter, so I kept my distance. She looked at me like she knew me, but wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to get “made” there so I causally, but quickly, became disinterested in the. I look up at my husband and told him to fuck that ass like it has never been fucked. So instead of easing it in then he went straight ball deep with one hard fast thrust. Oh my friend let out a scream but her face got pushed deeper into my pussy. Every hard thrust he did her face would go deeper into my pussy. It was feeling so fucking great and I needed to explode and I knew the way I had my husband fucking that ass of hers it wasn't going to be long before he spewed hot cum deep into her ass.. For once she just wanted to be herself, but her four body guards outside the luxurious bathroom would never let her out of their sights. Sometimes Taylor hated all the fame, all the money, sometimes she wished she could go back to being herself.Taylor glances down at a folded up piece of paper, a note from her current boyfriend Joe. Joe was the only ting in her life, it seemed, to make sense. She could always be herself around Joe. She opens the paper and reads the message Joe left her "For my.