It is owned by a certain Mr. Wong. I thought he ran the place alone until I saw a girl pop out from the back. I thought that she must be his sales cle...k. She was fine looking with long black hair and shapely legs. Mr. Wong always had his eyes on set of goods. Late one evening I was doing my usual thing of browsing down the aisles and looking at the magazines replete scenes of naked men and women engaged in various sex acts, when the sales girl strutted by me. She was wearing a very short skirt. A thick line of drool leaked from her lower lip, dripping onto the front of her blouse, all the while muffling her annoying pleas. Without a word, Irina shut the door behind her, then walked to a small metal table, which aside from the chair Stacey was bound to, was the only piece of furniture. On it, she set her briefcase and the files. ?Miss Duvall, I presume?? she asked curtly. Stacey gave a short grunt and slowly nodded, eyes watering as they fearfully watched her. ?My name is. You know what I mean? I don’t want to feel guilty.’ ‘I agree and I know I will feel marvelous.’ ‘How do you know that?’ ‘Simple. You care about me, you like me and I think given time you might even love me. These are the same feelings I have for you too. They have to be. Otherwise, it would be just a fuck and I don’t want just a fuck. I want to be made love to.’ With that I took Andrea into my arms, looked directly into her eyes and then gave her a long deep warm kiss. It was a kiss with so. Damn but this felt good, and the little bitch was begging to do it. Oh my yes, she could get used to this, yes indeed. The second orgasm was slow in coming, but the signs of an anal orgasm were ones she remembered from her first husband, who may not have been able to keep it in his pants, but he was damned useful with it. Barely able to breathe from the pleasure, Linda decided to reassert control.Standing up, she pulled Audrey up by the pony tail, then used the exercise bands to bind her to the.