No demos thank goodness but there was still evidence of yesterday’s protests as I walked in to the office – boarded up windows and some fly poster... saying things like “Shit MDDM better than Shit FDDM” and “Caged Cocks = Femdom Bollocks” which seemed a bit confused if you ask me.Work went off OK. Angie organised a meeting where I had to talk about the internal approval processes we go through – it’s quite often the case that the procuring department comes up with some new idea that has cost. But he’d managed to get there, to claim it for his own, in only a single evening. Amanda was now thoroughly wet, standing in the cold New York air, thinking about the passionate, ravaging sex she craved. Her face flushed red as the feelings of intrigue, humiliation, and complete submission mixed within her. She had to find the billionaire again. Had to be laid claim to once more. It was all she could think about. She’d dressed particularly slutty that night, hoping to entice him on the off. ’ He was speechless. Never in his whole life had he seen a woman so beautiful. She stood there with her brilliant smile that brought her dark browns eyes to live with shinning color. Her brown hair seemed to be wildly sexy as the cool breeze passed by, but he knew in her innocent brilliant smile that she craved and deserved someone to slowly caress that small flame the burned inside her soul. He wanted to be that one and the only one who could bring that small fire to a simmer of sexual. D told me to lay down.I laid down on the bed, expecting D to plant her fresh fucked pussy over my face so I could lick her creampie. Instead she crawled up and straddled my waist, grabbed my cock and lowered her sloppy pussy onto my rock-hard cock. She started riding me and kissing me deeply.She then whispered in my ear “What do you think of your slutty wife now?”“You are awesome! Incredible! I love you so much!”She replied, “So how does my pussy feel on your cock?”“Incredible! You’re stretched.