"God yes, fuck me slowly." I replied in a breathy whisper. He started to move slowly out until he only had the tip in me, when he pushed in again I mo...ned feeling every inch. I reached down and started stroking my clit in time to his thrusts. He watched in amazement as my tight hole stretched around him. The wetness leaking from my pussy shining in the light. I started to move with him as his hands gripped my hips pulling me down onto him, my legs shaking as they rested over his shoulders. We. When my masseuse gestured for me to take off all my clothes and lie on the mat, I knew that the treatment would be "sensual." After stretching and pushing and making me feel better, she asked "Would you like a blow-job?" Never turning down an offer like that,I happily let the lady suck me off. And then, she "killed the deal" by spitting my sperm into a glass.The next hot and humid evening, I made my way to the Patpong area of the city which is a fantastic mash-up of crowded backstreets, neon. He was still a man, after all, and they could be thick, sometimes.Our silent conversation was interrupted by a tap on the door.“Wendy? You in there?” a female voice asked. “You alright?”I called out quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine, just touching up. I’ll be right out!” I called back, praying that no one would open the door. I was still on the counter, my legs parted and my skirt at my waist, with Ron’s naked lower half at my crotch, his cock finally falling out of me. A dollop of his semen. We also realise that our professional lives demand that we ignore many of the other domination clichés. My turning up to the office dressed as a French maid would cause much hilarity and anyway, thank goodness, your desires are shaped by darker and less tawdry desires.In any case, we are both dominant in the work situation and wish to continue to be so. Nor would you wish for me to become barefoot and pregnant in your kitchen – our love is underpinned by respect for what each of us has achieved.