Quite suddenly, Sylvia turns to me and says, “Angie tells us that you are interested in being a submissive male?” I looked at Angie with a questio...ing look but she did not say anything. Bob says, “Sylvia is a dominatrix. Angie says that you are a natural submissive”. I say “I'm puzzled, frankly and a bit taken aback.” I look at Angie and she is looking at her wine glass not giving me any help with the conversation. I glare at Angie but she adverts my gaze.Sylvia spoke “Terry, it is really quite. She was kind enough to ask me to be her guest this morning.”The man I figured was her husband grinned. “That doesn’t explain why you’re holding hands or why she has your arm now.”“I don’t think she wants me to get lost in a strange place and I’m her ride this morning.” I gave her hand that was holding on under my elbow a slight squeeze.” I grinned at her and the couple.Morgan grinned back. “Evan has a lovely hand and a good arm when it’s around me.” She leaned into my arm then gave my arm a. Going over to ask him questions she already knew the answers to, sitting on the edge of his desk- legs slightly parted while she talked to him. She could see him stealing glances up her skirt or down her top and it only made her wetter. Today they were both working late on some project, everyone else in the office had left long ago and they were the only ones left- that only made her more aroused. She could hardly focus on the project, her thoughts constantly turning to images of him tearing. The man nodded. April started to move her fingers in her asshole as asked. The man took his hands away as he saw her finger fucking herself. He brought his hands up below her boobs and caught them softly. He supported the palms on her rib cage and his fingers played with the tit flesh and the nipples. With that support the man started to move her body up and down on his cock, faster and faster. April caught on to the rhythm set by the stranger and started to move on its own. Her fingers also.