Another gush.Betty knew that she had always fantasized about someone controlling her, but now that it was happening, she wasn't sure if she could cont...nue. Imagine, all year being at the beck and call of Sarah, being forced to paint her nails and wash her hair."Fuck it!" Betty screamed in her mind. "Fuck my brain. Fuck rational thought. That wonderful bitch in the other bed can do anything she wants, as long as she makes my pussy feel this way!"Betty sat up on her bed sideways, so she could. I laughed at all his jokes, made sure I was always looking great when I saw him and just generally made my presence known. Sure enough he began flirting right back, nothing serious just good fun. Boy I could have never imagined what a little flirting would lead to. I was working late one night because I had been asked by Sam to pull some figures together on low-income housing for a speech he was writing. I can never sit still for very long so after about an hour of poring over articles, I. I dropped my keys and my phone into a trashy little black handbag also borrowed from my wife, if only she knew, and started the long and humiliating walk to the black car.One foot in front of the other, heels clicking, bum wiggling, my heart pounding and my mouth dry again I did my best to strut rather than stagger. I wanted to impress him as I walked those 50m feeling every piece of tight black pvc clinging to my body, the collar feeling as if I was being strangled. My cock though remained. It’s just us ladies for the afternoon,” Sharon informed her as she settled into her chair across from Tasha. Tasha couldn’t resist the smile that crept on her lips as she caught the subtle hint of naughtiness in Sharon’s voice. After they ordered a light lunch of finger sandwiches and tea, Sharon got down to the matter, “So, I see you’re wearing the necklace, like I asked.” “Yes, it’s beautiful. I’ve never worn pearls before,” Tasha said bringing her fingertips to the strand of silky pearls..