I had become too engulfed in picking at any imperfections in my attire that I had somehow managed to not notice you slink inside until I was lifted of... the couch by my neck and thrust face-down back into it. “Hello, my little pet…” Your gruff voice always got to me, and you knew that damn well enough. You grasp a handful of my hair and pull me to my feet, giving me a smirk and wrenching my head back so you can give me a brief kiss of courtesy, a glimpse at affection, a. The droplet that was forming on top, ‘jumped over’ to her arm, she noticed it too ... but pretended to ignore it, and wiped her arm across her nose nonchalantly.What kind of evening this is turning out to be, my my.We moved to the floor, arranged some pillows to sit on, and a very low table to play cards on.Cards ready and dealt again, it was over before I knew it, and lost with just two pair.Waiting for the judgement, like an executioner had to decide what my fate was.Bipasha had won, so she. I could feel his manhood groing in my hand, then I gasped as he placed his large strong hands on the back of my neck, pulled me towards him & planted a sexy wet passionate kiss right on my lips. Our lips locked & tounges mingles, swapping saliva as my hands fumbled trying to undo the buttons on his navy Blue jeans.His cock burst free of it confines, i looked down & felt week at the knees, it looked massive in my tiny hands, the shaft more than filling my palm & then some. As passionate as the. He had other ideas. He wanted to hug me, kiss me and, grope my stinging cheeks before allowing me to leave. While walking was uncomfortable (in four inch heels), sitting was worse, a lot worse. I could feel the raised marks of the holes in the paddle, the welts around them and everything back there just throbbed and burned like hell! Sitting was a real bitch.My appetite now gone; I grabbed a handful of tissues, put my head down in my arms and had a little cry. I really wanted to quit the job.