She whimpers, begging, “Master, please… please may your slut cum?” her entire body alive, electric, hovering on the brink. She feels his hand mo...e from her aching clit and reaches up to release her right hand from the chain. “Play with yourself slut, cum hard around my cock. Make that hungry pussy beg.” He takes up where she’d left off on her breast as her right hand slides eagerly down and fingers dance over her hot clit, his strong fingers pinching and twisting painfully on her abused nipple,. She wasnt wearing panties, either. Charlie had argued with her for six weeks before she caved and finally agreed not to wear any. She wore an especially revealing beige knit top. Hed bought her two identical tops in Mexico that shed liked and both of them had recognized how hot she looked wearing them. Her top was loose at the bottom and ended above her waist, which left some of her slim tanned stomach exposed. It buttoned down the front and the knitting was in small squares, which you could. . i was grunting at the force of me being fucked , he still remained silent , pounding away . my high heels shifting around on the concrete floor continuously trying to stay in the right position to recieve this cock . and receive it i did for the next 10 minutes , same pace , same depth , its as if i was down there with a fuck machine only this machine had a grip of me and didnt have a speed regulator.. it was such a perfect fucking that i thought to myself that i could keep going like this. It was usually the last place I wanted to be. It was pretty rough and spartan. It had pretty generic and serviceable office furniture – stuff from the ’70’s – like the dark fake veneer top, the black metal doors and sides, and the fake chrome legs of the credenza across from the desk. The glare from the fluorescent lights lit a stark glare on the white walls. I couldn’t stop daydreaming of Andrea in a black and white photo bent over that credenza, nude in nothing but a black garter belt and.