(although a new cook from the neighbor looking for additional work once did offer to wake me up with tea. Anyway).F: “No, no. I like doing this. You...just sit there until I’m done”That’s when I realized I had a submissive in my flat, who didn’t just want to pretend to be one – I guess she had enough of responsibilities at work. Outside work – she really was one. (or perhaps at work too, anyway). She was at the sink. I sat in my chair and watched her. She smiled and was happy to see me relax.I. When she finally emerged, her streaked hair was done in dual French braids, her finger and toe nails were in a fuck-me red, as were her lips. He brought her the dress and a pair of four inch, red Louboutin, open toe patent heels.She tried them on and was absolutely ravishing. The dress fit like a glove, ending just below where her thighs met. Her gold rings could just be made out. The heels made her legs even more defined and beautiful.“Leave it on. There is nothing that will wrinkle and I love. Still, the hard wood of the chair and the fact that Mike tucked her into table, forcing her to sit with her back straight, caused the plug to sink deeper. Mike reached across the table and rested his hand on Disha’s. “Don’t worry, We’ll do business in peace. No more love egg.” “Good. I couldn’t take any more.” Mike grinned as Dan approached holding a tray of drinks. “And here are our drinks. Thank you, Dan.”“You’re welcome.” Dan studied Disha’s face. He was used to seeing his wife look. I began gently rubbing my clit, through my sweatpants, as I watched them. I don't know if he was having trouble staying hard, or just could keep it up a long time because she sucked his cock for a good 10 minutes. By now, I had my hand down my pants, rubbing my clit quite aggressively, but that still wasn't doing enough. I always keep a small vibrator, that I use at work, in my bag. I pulled it out.Almost on cue, she began to suck harder, her head bobbing up and down on his lap. She was.