“What about me? I’m more than satisfied with your delicious cum in me. Don’t worry about me.” I find myself frowning. I can’t exactly force ...myself on her. And I wouldn’t want to do something that she wasn’t comfortable with. So I decide the best thing to do is to drop it. At least for now. Because if this happens again, I am definitely going to make her come. **Next morning, Aubrey is completely professional and doesn’t mention the previous day's rendezvous at all. She is too busy scanning. . seated on his bed, against the headboard, with my wrists handcuffed to the bedposts on either side of me. I was still completely nude, of course, and this unknown man (at least to me) was pacing back and forth, lustfully.You could ask why I would let myself be put in a position like this with a stranger. Well, it's my job. I'm really not concerned with getting hurt or pernamently injured, due to The Syndicate. They would not send their slaves to a house if a Master or Mistress could not be. I ran down stairs turned off the stop cock and went back up to see Sally trying to screw it back on too. But the force of the water and the heaviness of the water on her dressing gown had forced it open and I could see one of her sexy as hell, wet, pert breasts.Anyway, I managed to get the tap back on and turned the stop cock back on and hey presto job done. I felt very proud of my achievement and couldn't wait to get back into mine to finish my wank but this time remembering what I had seen. What was going to be the next action? Was there even going to be more, or was this tease it? The elevator arrived and a couple slight older than us got off, but Mitch stood closely behind me while they exited. On the elevator, we waited for the doors to close, and then he slid the straps off my shoulders and pushed the dress down until it fell to my feet. He didn’t move to pick it up or to have me do so. Then, as I was coming to grips with the mental image of me standing in the elevator of a.