She dropped the order form and then fell to one knee. Her feet and hands where now soaking in the puddle. She shuddered and dropped her face into it a... well.When she came back up, I knew that she was mine now, her scent was my scent and she would never leave my side. I came around to her side of the desk and helped her to her feet as our hands connected, my scent permeating every pore of her fingers. She locked her hands around and smiled.“Gus I am home,” she said as she tapped her barefoot in. .. you say ... whatever ... you command" Good, now knock off the robot talk, you'll talk like a slave not a robot" Yes" And you'll refer to me as Mistress Whitney and you will not awake until you hear the snap, at which point you will remember nothing that has happened" Yes" Yes, what"?"Yes Mistress Whitney" Very good slave" Thank you Mistress Whitney" Yes, you are a good slave, so show me how good and show your beautiful body" Yes Mistress Whitney"And with that she began to remove her shirt,. Each time his cock slid back up to her clit, the foreskin would roll back down as though it was protecting the sensitive guide of his throbbing shaft. These movements seemed slow and tender at first but with her tonguing his ear and telling him that there was no way for him to stop now because his body was in total control was pushing him further away from whatever inhibitions his brain might have been trying to enforce. I could see his muscles ripple each time his cockhead slid. He was now completely hard and her hand seemed to cover a small portion of it. When she rubs my hard cock, only an inch or two sticks up above her hand. It looked like she could only cover half of his cock with her hand! As she was rubbing his cock, Ron opened her shirt and started sucking on her tits.While they were doing all this, I had been sitting in my chair, sipping on my beer, and watching the show. By now, they were naked, (except Brandie still had her shirt on buttoned across her.