Angela was wearing a tight gray pencil skirt and a deep blood red blouse tucked in and light gray pumps. Her tanned legs glimmered in the sharp lighti...g. As she moved around the office, Jack’s eyes followed her succulent ass. Angela knew Jack was there, though she continued to ignore him, hoping he would go back into his personal office. She kept busy putting files away. Jack owned one of the larger publishing firms in Ohio, Angela had had a thing for Jack when she first started working for. I then added that I'd like her to take a masculine stance and fuck me with a strap-on every once in awhile and she just widened her smile and nodded and walked out.Several months later I was walking in the door from work and Lisa was sitting on the couch in her typical domme garb: black leather blazer, white satin blouse with pearls, tight black leather skirt that came to her knees, stockings and black patent 5" heels. She had her hair back in a ponytail and all she said to me was, "John, we're. I know your secret. I have found youout. Does that excite you as well?" No. I don't know why. I must think about it." All right, Chuck. But you didn't really answer me before. What optionwould you like?" Uh. You are one of the few people I can trust." Mom, dad, Helen?" Mom would freak and close her ears to anything about this. Dad would justsay: 'Pull yourself together'.He could never understand anything like that. Helen wouldn't care one wayor the other. In reality she has never been a big. She said, “Come, let’s go”. I was like, “What??”She said, “You are my boyfriend, right? Come quickly, I will be waiting in the car.”Being a boyfriend sucks. I dropped her and she said, “Come back at 6 sharp” and she planted a kiss on my cheeks and waved bye. Actually, someone might have seen this. I sat there for a minute with a literal blush on my face.I picked her up sharp 6. Then it became a routine – dropping her and picking up, having a lot of smooches and kisses, fucking like rabbits at.