Open up to me, Slave. Give yourself totally to me", she intones.I do open up. Her cock begins to slide in and out meeting no resistance. I am penet...ated. I am used. I am no longer a man, but a sissy whore being used for my mistress's pleasure.The fucking goes on for a while, and finally I hear mistress grunt and pull out. Tears roll down my face. Without her cock, I suddenly feel empty. Mistress unhooks my tethers, stands me up, and removes the cuffs. She then reaches into the bra. We were at a table usually set for four, there are usually two chairs on one side, a cushioned bench on the other. We were next to each other on the bench seat, and the waiter removed the two outside chairs. There were tablecloths that extended well over the edge of the table. AJ was sitting at a table a little more to Rudy's side than mine on the opposite side of the room. I could see my husband's leg to about mid-calf. If our tablecloth hung over the same length, and all the others in the. She wished she had eyes in the back of her head. She wanted to know if Roger was watching Phil and her through the rear-view mirror as Cindy Sue gave him head. She sure hoped so. That would show him for being so judgmental. Bet he was sorry he wasn’t the one in the backseat. She possibly might have felt better about the evening if Phil had at least given her the hint of an orgasm, but, a she had surmised all along, Phil was a dud—at least as far as she was concerned, he seemed to have a good,. When I looked for them, I could see the signs of someone preparing to deal with abuse. It had been some time since I had needed to handle a serious sexual harassment issue in my own company, but it was a road I remembered well. My first two years as CEO had been full of angry meetings and fulsome departures. There was still a sampling of harassment victims I could call upon.I called Emilia and asked her to send Barbara Johnson to the small conference room, with the sexual harassment package. I.