I shot a massive load of cum deep into her bowels just as I felt the juices from her pussy flowing like a river down our legs. I heard her expel a tre...endous breath as I fell onto her back further pinning her to the table beneath us. I raised my self off of her and whispered, "You are my naughty, nasty, filthy little cum slut and don't you EVER forget that." I promise I won't forget that, EVER!" she moaned breathlessly."Now turn around, get on your knees and clean my cock with your mouth," I. .If that what you like, that's what you like. Now me I can put a stop to all that, the rumors and lies being told on you and everything...' It was at the very moment that we heard foot steps and voices coming in our direction. William placed his finger to his lips and motioned me towards the filing cabinets. Quietly we made our way behind the stack of cabinets, I was surprised to see that there was a tight pathway that we could just barely squeeze thru. William was behind me and opened a few. I wanted a partner, not a sex doll. As stupid as it sounds, I needed her respect as much as I wanted her body. “Okay, my love. Not because I want to, but because you want me to.” “Okay. For tonight, let’s just take a shower together. I promise that we’ll be together. I promise that we’ll make love. Not tonight, but this weekend. All weekend. I want you to come to my house Friday night, and I never want you to leave.” “Why, Fran?” “Because I love you and I love that cock of yours, that’s why.”. I want him to fuck me, no I need him to fuck me, and soon. “Oh and Amber, from now on you will refer to me as sir, not Mr. Anderson, and you will respond only to slut.” “Yes Mr. – I mean sir,” I respond quietly. For an hour and a half we work in silence, but I constantly feel Mr. Anderson’s gaze on my body, roaming from my legs up to my breasts. He constantly fidgets; he must be uncomfortable with his large hard on. Finally he growls, “Amber get over here.” Smiling, I walk over slowly and let.