He started fucking. After a while, he was fucking me so frequently that my moaning was loud and breaking at his rhythm.“A-a-a-a-ah!”His grips agai...nst my wrists were so tight and firm. Though my wrists had started hurting, I was not gonna complain. After all, why complain? Through my years of pornographic career, I have adapted to find pleasure in pain.“Oh God…oh God! Fuck me faster”I was now almost outta my senses. Gladly, he stopped, released my hands and started breathing heavily. We were. Really?"Go ahead".So I got up and stood beside the guy on the end. In time it was my turn. I could see by the look on her face she was very pleased. Then it wasn't my turn. THen one of the guys had to take a break and left to get a drink upstairs. I saw the look on her face. I was impatient. I wanted. more. I took his place ont he other side and started tugging a couple guys. Licked head. Both of them. Sucked. Sucked each one. THere were 3 guys waiting for me. I remember her mouth was open as. It stung but that was ok he reckoned. It will be a good reminder. A good check on what he does. When he got to his desk he sat down but grimaced and jumped up again, placing a cushion on the seat before gingerly sitting down again. His bottom stung, his hands stung, both from the cane he knew, and even his legs still tingled from when Susan smacked them so hard. Yet he knew also that as he thought about how dominant Susan had been, even though she humiliated him by putting him across her lap. I even laughed a bit."No, I admit. It wasn't?hideous." I was laughing now."You sure know how to make a guy feel good." Mark was laughing now too.The whole problem was what Mark had just said. His kiss and his embracewasn't bad. At all. In fact it felt incredible. I hate to say it, butI think I actually saw fireworks.We chatted fairly normally over the rest of lunch, but throughout therest of our meal, I felt Mark's leg pressed against mine under the table- and I did nothing to move away.