Her wine-colored gown was lying in a puddle of smooth, heavy fabric at her feet, and her hands were on her own round breasts. Suddenly, she pitched fo...ward, her hands gripping the heavy decorative wire at the foot of her bed, and Broman saw that it wasn't her hands that held her breasts savagely... it was his own pair. With Alesandra now bent, he saw himself behind her, his head thrown back in pure pleasure as he invaded her gorgeous body from behind. He felt himself pushing into her, reveling. Mistress made me drop to my knees and told me to suck it. I had sucked a few cocks in the past but never really got into in. For some reason I wanted to suck him maybe it was the clothes or maybe it was because he was black. I put him in my mouth and was sucking him hard when this warm sensation came over my body. I cannot explain it but it was like self realization. I knew what I wanted out of life. I started sucking for all I was worth. My mistress grabbed my head and pulled me off. No. She’d just follow her heart, and accept the consequences. And she knew what she wanted to do now. Depraved it might be, perverse even. But she wanted to go ahead and do it, she was the boss. Matt was still too groggy to protest and she wasn’t going to give him the time to protest, she was going to seduce him good and fast. Her eyes narrowed as she stared lovingly down at him. She was going to do something she had never done, something she had never wanted to do before now. But this time, it was. The woman looked at her, ?Already been used, just on the way to this office? You must be a good slut. Mr. Roger's cum I presume???Yes Mistress, thank you.? Thank You? Well she did say she must be good slut. She was trying not to smile, but it was probably obvious to the interviewer.?Don't worry slut, having cum all over your chest won't reflect negatively on you during this interview.? She looked at her paper, ?I am Patricia, you may call me 'Mistress,' though you already have.? the last.