" I put a vacuum on her cunt and started wiggling my tongue against her clit. I flicked and nipped it. The cum I had recently unloaded dripped into my...mouth. It was wonderfully degrading.She reached back and struck me firmly against my flank with the crop. "Lap faster, slave." I knew I was done cueing her. She had adopted the role. She was no longer pretending to be a femdom; she was a femdom. My cock began to throb. I could feel the pressure building in my balls.She had an orgasm, and then a. Many aspects had come into the struggle. Will got bumped to full partner, and was dealing with more pressure from clients, AND resentment from other junior partners that felt that daddy’s boy got the big office. On-top of that, what looks he had were almost gone. He went from balding to bald, and from pudgy to just fat. He had an average, if not unimpressive 5-inch dick to start with, and the weight added gave him a frump. Zaya still looked like she did when they got married. But, now that she. ‘If you watched what you were doing…’ ‘Florence!’ Sir Richard’s nostrils flared, his tone brooking no further dissension from his maid servant. For a moment Florence thought he might discipline her right there and then across the breakfast table, lifting her skirt in front of his annoying house guest. Mortified the maid was stunned into silence. ‘You really are the most clumsy child,’ the academic continued, wiping golden shred from the lapel of her gown. Florence looked to her master hoping. “Get in the car Angus” She spoke calmly as she placed her bag in the boot of her silver BMW before climbing into the drivers seat and closing the door. I hesitated and considered making a run from it, but she caught my eye and pointed at the seat beside her. I got in and closed the door behind me. Suddenly it was very quiet and she turned to face me placing her left hand on my shoulder. She leant towards me and for a fleeting moment I thought she was about to kiss me, but her face stopped.