“And have you rub it in...” her voice drops low, “and then make you clean it up.”He and I both exhale on a moan at the idea of him being bosse... around like that. Forced to do that. “God, you filthy-”“And then I'm going to bend you over that thing there,” she continues, flicking her head to the side to gesture at some of the equipment to her right, “and stick first my tongue and then my fingers up that tight ass of yours.” Holy fuck. There is not a hint of joking in her voice. It's dark and full. I can't tolerate this type of behavior from my employees or their families, now can I?" My mind began to race. What had I done? This was not how I had envisioned this meeting. My thoughts were jumbled, and I blurted out, "Please, you can't fire her. She doesn't even know I'm here. Please, I'll do anything you ask, anything. Just don't fire Cheryl." "Anything?" Mistress Jill asked, smiling as if she had just won a prize. I nodded my agreement, too embarrassed to speak. "Prove it," she said.. He now held me and began using his hips to match my motion. I felt his breath on my neck and his face lightly brushing against mine. I was so turned on! Soon my pussy was even wetter as his hands slid up my hips and sides. Getting no resistance from me, he moved the rest of the way up to my tits. I moaned softly as I felt his fingers on my nipples. They were so hard that he was able to pinch and rub them between his thumb and index finger even through my shirt and bra. We soon settled into a. "I was just imagining how much smoother this large butt plug would slide in, if it had been used as a gag first! Would you, in that situation, get it nice and wet before hand, if you knew where it was soon headed to?" I questioned watching his expression closely.He didn't blush nor did his cheeks redden as I had hoped. Then again, he did work in an adult toy store. Yet, I felt I did embarrass him just a tad, which indeed was my intentions. He didn't answer my question, but instead retrieved a.