Mein ney us ko dobara kiss kerni shooroh ker di thori hi der mein phirWoh tayr ho gahi phir mey ney kha key aub mujhey tumhri gand meinDalna hey us ne... kha nahi aaj tuk nai karwaya mein ney kha soch looonTo woh boli tumharey lein to mein kuch bhi kersakti hoon tum neyMujhey dobara zinda ker diya hey phir woh mera lund leker apney munhMein chosney lagi mera phir sey khraha ho gaay is doran mein us keryMamoon ko sehla raha tha phir jub mera khraha ho gaya to mein ney usKo doggii style mein litaya. “Where’s your uncle?”“He’s off sick.” She said.“Did he pay you this month?” I asked. She shook her head left to right. This is getting somewhere, I thought. “Can I help?” I asked.She thought for awhile, and then blushed. “My boyfriend’s birthday is in three days and I really want to surprise him.” She continued; “My parents give me enough money for myself, but I’ve spent all my savings on something…” she stopped.“And now you don’t have enough money to do anything big for him.” I finished for. His chest was well built-she could tell he worked out at the gym quite a lot. He was tall, about 6 foot, and had the most amazing piercing green eyes. He was always clean-shaven and his business suits were custom made and clung to his magnificent physique. Alex Worthington, however, was 100% off-limits. Not only did he own all of the company and was a billionaire but he had never taken the same girl to an office party twice. He was a playboy, and could get any girl he wanted. So why on earth. She liked having her nipples pulled and twisted by her Master, and if she had been especially good, sometimes he would allow another submissive to suck on them.There was always a queue to use the Pounder, and an additional fee beyond the initial entry charge was required for its use, but no one ever complained about paying it. There was also always an audience watching every submissive get fucked. The Pounder could be positioned so a submissive could be fucked while in a prone position with her.