The expected questions were asked and answered. I think, no, I know, we were both very at ease and relaxed with each other. There were the expected se...ual innuendos, double entendre, a play on words that left not much to the imagination regarding the definite chemistry between Gav and me. A warm hand on my knee, a gentle caress of his cheek, and we were moving to the next chapter of the story that began with a simple look. ‘Come sit next to me Layla.’ I moved closer and was actually leaning up. That made one more of us in our little condo.Jim’s date this year actually seemed almost age appropriate for him. He was well into his forties now, maybe almost fifty. Rebecca was in her late thirties. She still packed her voluptuous body into clothes that were a size too small, but that was a look Jim seemed to like. My own breasts had shrunk a bit when I quit nursing, but they were never going to be the tiny, pert, unused things they’d been in my former life. Nor was I going to try to wear. After she had face fucked me while, she told me to crawl out from underthe desk. Staying on all fours my mistress mounted me like a horse androde me through the back office. She told me to put a side chair in therestroom. After moving the chair I was instructed to take off my shirtand open my pants then pull them down a bit then sit in the chair. Shetied my left wrist tight to the left armrest then tied my right arm nearthe elbow to give me some range of motion. Then pulling out the front. ”“It’s not...” She shot a slightly worried look at Luke before continuing. “It’s not specific to him. Sometimes I’m okay with it, but there have been others I wouldn’t let do it, either. He’s assured me that it’s not a big deal, but it is to me. With Alejandro I didn’t care either way, and of course with you it’s different as well. It’s hard to explain, but...”“Maybe you don’t have to. Let me take a guess: it’s your latent submissiveness. It feels like a dominant act to you, and you don’t enjoy.