Please... Just give me a chance. I'll make you happy I swear I can. I have to keep this job." Alyson could not believe after all those years of using ...nly her brain to climb the corporate ladder she was quickly reduced to begging like a corporate bimbo, and felt sick that only her body could keep her job. For a split second she thought about filing a sexual harassment lawsuit, but with her husband in trouble and out of work she didn't have the luxury of time. She sat there at Daniel's mercy,. Her slight frame was custom made for his dick and he couldnt think of a time when it hadnt been a tight fit for him inside her. Tonight was no different, as she lowered herself onto his dick, which was the biggest shed ever seen in her limited sexual adventures, she let out a moan and slowed herself to allow her pussy walls to accommodate his dick. Alyssa watched as her mother sad all the way down on her father, let out a sigh, paused for a moment then started to bounce up and down on him. Her. I thought to myself, She wants me to hold a ladder while she climbs up. You bet!I followed her out behind her house. There was her mother standing near an old heavy wooden extension ladder from the fifties. Her mother was a work of art herself and dressed just like her daughter.I laughed and asked, “Are you still in school too?”She smiled and she blushed just enough to give herself a light pink glow. Then she replied, “Oh! No! I was the teacher’s helper today during recess.”She showed me where. .. and what she pleases, I'm only too grateful to say, is everythingI could wish for! I want to stress, here and now, that I submitted myself into this slaveryto my Mistress willingly , and with full knowledge of whatit meant: in fact, it was I who asked my Mistress to take me as her full-time,total and unconditional slave -- although I know she'd been waiting and hopingfor some time that I would! But since that moment, when she did accept me,she has had absolute control over me: I've been.