Rob took my hand and pulled it towards his groin and his soft penis. I began to work it backward and forward but with little response. What could I do... at least to stimulate myself, even if I failed to stimulate Rob?“Listen Rob.” I said.I thought to myself, “I’ll tell him about Miss Ferguson and try to drag whatever enjoyment I can from the memory.”“At work yesterday...” and I proceeded to tell him about Brian winning the prize and so on.Wonder of wonders, it wasn’t long before the sleeping. ’ The chairman said solemnly, ‘We are considering you as the new VP with responsibility for Sales and Marketing.’ ‘Very good sir,’ Alfie smiled, wondering if the old guy had consumed a jug of whisky for lunch. This was ridiculous. It must be some kind of game to humiliate any bright young executive to put them down a peg or two. ‘What are your aspirations for this company son?’ ‘To help make it leaner and meaner and trade smarter.’ ‘You learned that at college.’ ‘They are fundamentals sir and. I slid to one side of the bed as Nat turned so her feet weren’t in my face. She rolled onto her back and moved to the center of our bed. She spread her legs and bent her knees up, opening herself to me. She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy open. I was on top of her my cock touching her vulva, I thrusted slightly as Nat guided me in her wanting hole. She put both arms around me and held me tight, “it’s been too long, I want you to fill me up”, Nat whispered. I slowly thrust in. But as Mistress taughtme early in our play, these sessions are about her pleasure not mine.Much as I need to cum, I've learned not to expect release in return formy participation so I try to relax hoping my erection might subsidesomewhat. This is made more difficult as a burning sensation from thespanking is starting to take hold. The thought that my posterior was justreddened by Mistress is too powerful and erotic.It wasn't hard for Mistress to figure out that by dressing me up andtying me.