But I was still nervous as hell. I couldn’t reply to the email yet, anyway. I had to line up an excuse to tell my husband first. As I drove home, I ...reamed up stories in my head. Maybe my boss needed me to go view potential office space? Maybe my girlfriend was celebrating a promotion? I decided to go with a work function – some of the executives were coming into town, and I was expected to attend dinner and arrange entertainment afterwards. That would work – it was not unusual for work. I love the junior copy of you and the way she flaunts it at me, because I know that all I have to do is wait a while and I'll have you, the real thing, in my hands. Give me a kiss 'Real thing' so I know that I'm not dreaming."Jenny was laughing and Grenaline, who had heard the conversation, punched my shoulder. She said, "You better be ready one of these mornings because I'm going to be stretched out on your work table ready to be had. I hope that you're as good as Mom says."I didn't want to. Kim quickly replied, And you must learn to please them like I do! Her tearful words we delivered just before she was tossed to the ground and told to get up on her hands and knees in front of everyone. Jess then proceeded to spit into his hands and rub it onto his cock briefly. He demanded that Kim face her two girls for this part of the fun&hellip,as he mercilessly plunged his thick long member into her virgin anus. .. She began again, to scream in pain and struggle violently. Squeal like a. "No, Mistress."Margo stands up abruptly, the panels of her dress swishing closed, and walks to the large, solidly built armoire located by the exit. ?The stained-wood doors swing open, revealing a wide assortment of fetish clothing and bondage gear. She chooses the following items:1) a baby-blue, latex, serving-girl outfit, appropriately sized for puppet's figure2) matching, baby-blue, latex, thigh-high stockings and same-colored pair of opera gloves3) black, patent-leather, ballet, discipline.