”“You think he might let me try it sometime?”“Nope. Gloria is a one-man kind of gal. Brad would have a fit if we tried to change that.”“Sh...t. I forgot about that.”“Yep.”“So, are you ever going to give me a hint about what you’re planning for the grad party?”“Nope.”“God, I hate it when you get in your yep nope moods,” he said with a chuckle.“Yep,” I said with a big grin.“Come on. Let’s go hurry Suz up so we can get out of here. You promised to fuck my ass tonight, remember?”“Yep,” I said before. "Just what is 'table turning'?" I grinned my inquisition."It's a successful revolt by the slave - that's all!" Cynthia insistedcurtly."And what is the revolting slave supposed to do?" I demandedinsistently."Anything she likes - except change from being my feminised slave."Cynthia admitted with another deep blush."So ... What did she do last time at level 5, Cynthia?" I demandedunrelenting."Ronnie tied me up and raped me ..." Cynthia admitted slowly."Couldn't you stop her, Cynthia?" I was. Pulling away slightly, he brushes the hair from my eyes and begins to push himself inside me. I bite my lip from the sudden intrusion within me and as he continues to move until he is hilt-deep within me, I can hear myself panting.“You’re so tight. Are you okay?” he gasps. I nod, running my hands up his back.“If you want me to stop, promise me you’ll say so,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead on mine.“Okay,” I whisper. With that, Mark slowly moves out of me, causing me to wince. He begins to. "It's… this isn't easy for me, y'know. Acting. Unplugging."Mark let the ire subside, casting his gaze over the tantalising rump ahead of him. The same curves he'd fallen in love with half a decade ago, modesty barely intact beneath transparent lace. The last time she'd worn such an outfit was probably their honeymoon. Before the job. Before… the news.He pursed his lips. "I understand, love. But let's try and forget the office today. For us, okay?"Beth sighed and gave a gentle nod. "You're.