"She's going to make you and Bill rich, sweetie!"I didn't get more than 2 hours sleep that night ... and it had nothing to do with Sandi, who feel asl...ep right at that last statement.I spent all day with Bill and took him around for a meet with Lisa. After two hours in her office, he emerged beaming and we went to a late supper.And by the end of the week, we had drawn up the skeleton of a new business plan, re-ordered the company shares and announced Lisa to the staff as the VP of Sales. I then realize that she can even control my breathing. It feels so tranquil, but every nerve ending in my body is on tenterhooks. Mistress rubs and squeezes my cock with her thighs, otherwise she doesn't move. I can smell her hair. Time stops.Eventually, after one or two minutes, Mistress releases her grip and steps back from the cross. "I hope you're feeling rested and refreshed now slave. It's time to really start testing your limits," says Mistress. She grabs my cock and milks it a few. " He lit one up and smiled, his erection still present and bulging through his jeans. "Well, then surely you can fuck when you like." I took the cigarette from between his lips and put it between my own before lifting my ass off of the bed and sliding my panties down over it. Anthony was my college boyfriend, and most days after class we would hide out at one of our places and fuck like rabbits until we were disturbed. Today was no exception and I'd been thinking about our afternoon fuck fest. Not sure a train would have woken him up if it had drove through the house. I was searching the room all over trying to find all of my clothes. There were no less than a dozen used condoms lying around the bed on the floor, most filled with visible amounts of cum. As I dressed I really began to notice how sore I was. Not like all over, just my pussy. My pubic bone felt bruised and my pussy was raw and sore from being fucked so many times with such aggression. I’m not even sure I came that.