My hand skimmed over it, barely touching, before I leaned over for another sniff. Why be satisfied with just a sniff I thought, and I leaned closer, s...retching out a wet tongue to softly lick one lip then the other. I heard her moan softly, barely audible, and her legs spread aside a little wider. I kissed and licked each inner thigh. All the while I was squeezing my hard pulsing dick.I quietly got up off the bed and took off my pajamas. My cock was standing stiffly out and upward. I walked. He had his hands on my hips and started to drill my pussy fast. It felt so good. The windows were steaming up a bit, while we were fucking. I wanted it to last a long time, but it was feeling so good. I didn't think I could take much more. I needed to come. Suddenly, we heard a tapping on the window. We couldn't see who it was, but then the door opened and there was a female security guard. She was petite like me, but very pretty. She looked at us and asked, “Are you okay?” But then when she. Her hair was a complete mess, and didn't want to submit to her half-hearted attempts to flatten it down with her hands as the dried secretions and sweat that permeated it were unyielding to her touch. The wax that had dried on her chest had mostly flaked off, but there were still a few tell-tale bits clinging to her skin.As she stared at herself, tears started to well up once again as she realized just how far she had fallen. But at the same time, the humbled, humiliated, submissive image. Amanda ignored what I had said about the house, about the servants, about torture, or everything other than how I wanted a relationship to be.“If I am a good girl and don’t give you any problems while you… While you use me… And if I take care of the house for you. If I do my best… Would you marry me?” She asked, ashamed, and visibly unsure of her words. I laughed. The girl who was crying and screaming a couple minutes ago was suggesting that I married her. I imagined what kind of antiquated.