I first met her a year back at a friend’s place. One look at her and I recognized a submissive. Not very good looking but with a busty body. the ass...too was very tempting. The kind who you would want to fuck senseless and degrade as much as possible.Quick info I gathered, she was a life in maid at my friend’s place. Carol’s age was about 22…. I also understood that she comes from a poor family. I played my cards and before long, she was mine to do as I please. I made her stop going anywhere,. Whether we’re talking about a new vaccine or a new fragrance of deodorant the very best chemists are fearless. I look around this room and I see some wonderful minds with limitless potential in this field. Mr. Warner, obviously I’m not referring to you here so feel free to stare at the door again.“I also see a roomful of fragile egos and a group of men and women who would be irreparably harmed if I cast my unusual form of wit and charm in their direction. Mr. Warner was the exception so he bore. Every thrust brought another pang of pleasure. She rocked herself as much as she could to squeeze every bit of bliss out of each push but, he was slow; so very slow.Amanda whimpered in aggravation. He was doing as he said he would but it was tormenting her more than anything.Through it all, the man's eyes remained locked onto hers.His pace quickened and so did hers as she gyrated and bucked within her bondage. She could smell her own incense as it coated the phallus. She was moaning and. Apparently she did not see it as a problem. She was pretty lit by this point but still. I could not help but feel aroused that someone else was making advances on my wife's legs. I wondered what was up but my question got answered quickly. He started to run his hand down my wife's leg to her foot. Of course her pump was dangling from her toes so he had unlimited access to her her foot. He brazenly slid his hand down and began to rub her stockinged arch. She giggled a little but did not push him.