Please, I'll do anything you ask, anything. Just don't fire Cheryl." "Anything?" Mistress Jill asked, smiling as if she had just won a prize. I nodded...my agreement, too embarrassed to speak. "Prove it," she said. "Take off your panties and put them on my desk right now." I looked up at her, trying to determine if she was serious. The slap on my cheek quickly informed me that she was. I stood up and hiked my skirt up enough to slide my thumbs into the elastic of my red satin bikini briefs and. ‘I meant nothing by it. I should have kept my mouth shut,’ I said. I swung my chair around and looked blankly at the stage. I figured I would finish my drink and get the hell out of there. It was a stupid idea in the first place. This is a perfect example why I have acquaintances instead of friends. My mouth always moved faster than my brain and people always misinterpreted my comments. It took me about half a minute to down the rest of my drink. I was thankful it wouldn’t be a long ride home.. He lowered himself on me and the head of his dick barely penetrated my opening. "If this hurts, tell me to stop." I raised my hips receiving about half of his cock. The head was pressing against my unbroken hymen. "Are you ready?" Again, I raised my hips hard and fast. He was through and buried to the end of his shaft. Mike wasn't gigantic, but plenty big enough especially for my first. We got into a rhythm, both grunting and panting. He thrust deep in to me and stopped. "I'm cumming,. We agreed to meet at 11:00 at Paul’s apartment. I left work a little after 10, knowing that it takes about 45 minutes to get to his place from my office. On the way, I did stop at a hotel to do a little prep. I went into a lobby bathroom and inserted my butt plug, put on my chastity cage, and my Calvin Klein thong panties. I continued to wear my normal boxers (and pants) over my crotch attire and continued on my way to Paul’s house. The feeling of the butt plug was really getting me juiced up.