”“I’m Trixie Ann Peters,” she said, hesitantly.“You look busy,” he said. “Going to lunch or too many deadlines?”“Lunch!” she said... suddenly voluble. “I’ve no time for lunch! My boss wants me to summarize all these reports this afternoon, I have to download a bunch of stuff on Australia for my daughter Judith’s school project, just after work I have to attend my son’s PTA meeting and go straight from there to my evening MBA class where I’ve paper due.” She sighed.“Sounds like you need a neck. And I couldn't help it -- the fucking horny little slut that I am -- I wasted no time and started pushing back to meet her invading touch, moaning like a bitch in heat.With one hand still playing with my little sissy cunt, I heard Mistress reach into the drawer again and quickly knew why. Her fingers removed, Mistress pressed down on my back and replaced the fingers with a much larger probe."Okay crissi, tell me, who's going to fuck you? Who's cock's going to make my sweet little sissy cream. ”“Okay then, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want the job.” He shrugged. “It’s late but I’m sure I’ll be able to find someone to take off their bra for three-grand. No problem.”“Okay, I’ll do it,” I said quickly. He knew I needed the money.Jameel smiled. ”Do a good job and I’ll throw in an extra five-hundred. Call it a performance bonus,” he said, grinning. “Make sure you sign on the dotted line before you come out,” he added, leaving me alone to chose an outfit.I dressed in the schoolgirl gear. Without warning he reverses the hold, thrusting his cock into her eager mouth and stopping just before hitting her throat, carefully but brutally fucking her mouth with short, hard thrusts.She moans happily, her hand again leaving its designated place and again being slapped back, this time her clenching pussy earning a slap as well as he pulls out, her teeth barely scraping her master's escaping member as she jumps from the sudden agonizing impact, one leather strap striking directly on her.