Mariah gasped and grabbed a pillow to cover herself with. The two guys just looked amused. ‘John! You’re home early,’ exclaimed Mariah. Yup, tha...’s my Mariah, sharp as a tack. I managed to remain calm, which was quite a feat considering my heart was crumbling in my chest. ‘Yes, I am,’ I replied in monotone. I’ll bet I had a ‘rabbit in the headlights’ look on my face, though. Mariah hopped out from between the two guys, who just sat there like a couple of moronic lumps, and scampered off the. I don't know who they had to bribe or blackmail to keep the same corporate assignment, and keep their proclivities off the radar, but their marriage was extremely open. Which is a nice little way of saying that literally everyone in the office had banged one of them, and new hires usually didn't go a week before their bones got jumped by a boss. I'd had a good number of rounds with Mr. Hilden myself – enough to know that he really liked being called “sir” in bed. It wasn't even uncommon to find. It was excruciating for her as he took his time and strung a rope over a pulley that was suspended above her. He undid the cuffs from behind her back and tied her arms back to her ankles. This had the effect of spreading her legs wide as she lay on her stomach. The rope from the pulley was then fastened to the rope around her ankles and he increased the tension of the rope so she was pulled up and just barely resting on the bench. She felt incredibly vulnerable in this position. Her legs were. " I barely notice but my hand has moved from the hem of my skirt up my thigh, "sometimes I-" Show me." his voice rings with such clear authority. I can feel myself obeying before I can even think."Sometimes I rub myself on the edge of my chair while you're reading to the class." I push myself foreword on the chair, my skirt sliding back, to reveal a peek of my panties."And...?" And sometimes I rub myself like this." and I take my hand and begin to rub my clit through my panties. I can feel.