? I could hear the sounds of metal and leatherand the device clattered to the floor.?She moaned another time before the click of her heels found their...wayaround to face me once more.? Once againI could smell her sweet sex in my face, this time stronger then ever.? It was positively intoxicating.? For the moment, all thoughts of torture ebbedaway from my mind and instead I wanted her to release me from my bondage simplyso that I could fall to my knees willingly and pleasure her.? I was certain. “Scott,” she breathes between kisses, “What if someone sees us?”“I don’t care anymore,” I say without thinking, knowing I do care. Knowing how it would damage my kids to find out I was fucking my assistant.Layla sees through it, “Let's get home.”We get to my place and the heat gets turned on.She pushes me through the door and slams me into the wall, kissing me and pulling my shirt out of my pants. I unzip her dress and pull it down, exposing her lacy red bra and panties. Her heels click the. When she finished, she smiled up at Brian,pussy all over her face."I've got something for you to suck," Shelly said, squeezing with herlegs. "But no peeking. It has to be a secret. You have to promise." I promise," Brian heard from between Shelly's thighs.Shelly directed Brian to move around to the other end, cautioning himwith her fingers to her mouth to be quiet. It was lucky she hadcautioned him, because when Brian moved around and saw thewoman kneeling there above Shelly's pussy, her mouth. And before you go to bed eachnight, you should milk your cock into a glass and be sure to swallow itall. OK?" I nodded. She went on, "It will make you feel more girly andhelp you to sleep. And anyway, it's good to recycle, isn't it?" Sheleft, taking the case full of unwanted clothes.Alone in the house I decided to some cleaning and polishing. Somehow itseemed more natural to be doing this in a skirt and stockings. Itstruck me that it wasn't very politically correct to think I was doing"women's.