I unbuckled his jeans. Slid his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. It was a gorgeous red. Not thick, but long and perfect. He gripped my hair an... rammed his cock down my throat. Gagging me. I loved it. The taste of his cock was just as exciting as his kisses. His moans were just as awesome. He rubbed my pussy through my jammie pants. God, I wanted him so badly! Even when he quickly pulled away, tucked himself back in, and sat in the chair; I wished that he would come into my room later. My hair blond, eyes blue, my age is in in the late twenties. My height is just under six feet, with a somewhat slender physique. I am fairly succesful man who is uncertain of what his job description is. Currently a seem to tell employees were to go, in addition to attending the occasional buisness meeting (which provide me with just enough information with wich to impress the occasional client I happen to meet).My position does provide me with a rather nice office. It is divided in to two. He moved up so his head was against hers. He stared straight into her soul. Take the life out of me, Master. Allow me to dedicate my body to you. Please enjoy my body when Im gone. Please Master, please. He sat upright and grabbed her by the neck. He threw her to the ground beside the bed and crouched down beside her. He applied pressure to her neck, pinning her to the ground whilst the fingers on his other hand teased her clit in slow concentric circles. She was struggling for breath. He didnt. From there she began to kiss and lick her way down my chest and across my stomach. As she slid down I could feel my throbbing cock just touching her taut belly and dragging up between her firm breasts even as I could her feel nipples rubbing across the insides of my thighs. Continuing her way down she lifted up sufficiently to allow the head of my cock to brush along her throat as she slid her hands down my sides and brought them together to hold my prick in a firm grasp. She positioned herself.