I replied saying I'm walking home, wanted the exercise, to put of anyone searching for her, if only for a hour or so. It was enough time for me to ge... of the street, and start using my new slave.When I got home I walked into the house, put her phone in my study, and then left. I walked back out to the car, opened up the trunk to discover she was still unconscious. I unshackled her feet, picked her up and carried her into the house. I put her down, walked back out to lock the car, then. The monotonous thrumming of the air conditioner was lulling him to sleep. He jerked awake as the door opened.A woman walked in. Leticia! The real power behind the firm, and, if what he had heard was accurate, behind a number of other outfits as well. She was wearing a stylishly casual blouse and skirt, and she smiled warmly as she motioned for him to sit back down."I've been following your career, Zach. It's impressive. We need talent of your caliber at the upper echelons of the organization.. I grip the bed sheets and wait for him to penetrate me. He moves into me slowly, knowing I’m going to be sore from last night. I moan as he pushes into me, lifting my hips so I can take his whole nine inches. “Fuck you’re tight,” he breathes as he starts to pick up a steady pace. I moan out, his cock stretching me. It’s crazy how good he feels deep inside me, even though my pussy is throbbing with soreness. Our chests slap together every time he pushes into me. I look into his eyes, begging. I gasped as he popped into my bowels. I sank down his cock. This heat shot through me. This rippling delight. It was the best thing in the world to feel.“Oh, my fucking god, Santa,” I moaned as my anal ring slid down his shaft. He penetrated into my bowels.“Fucking hell, you're a whore,” Santa groaned, his hands grabbing my waist.“I am!” I moaned, sliding my asshole all the way down his dick. “Ooh, that's incredible. That's just amazing. I love it. I love it so much!”I was all the way down his.