His right elbow pressed into the arm of the chair, his right hand rubbed the stubble on his chin. At fifty, he still considered himself in good shape.... Although not as chiseled as he once was, his fast paced life allowed him to burn unwanted fat.The big oak door closed. He placed both arms on the desk and scooted his chair closer. He watched as she walked in. Her heels clanked on the floor as she slowly approached his desk. She was dressed in a modest, church going dress. The top was buttoned at. "For the last week with that little cock locked away, you have become my little bitch, my gurl and I kind of like the way my gurl has been servicing me, your cock no more than an oversized clitty. Now I am going to teach you the way to be a gurl."She rubbed the cock on his lips. He opened his mouth and she slid the oversized cock in and grabbed the sides of his head. Slowly rocking her hips she slid the cock in and out a little further and a little faster each time. Unbeknownst to him, she had. She wiggled back in response. You cannot punish if you don’t reward. As a good little whore, I knew that to my core.“That’s nice,” Master said, “only I am not your Master.”“You are Sumo’s Master. That makes you our Master.”That Sumo bit earned her a butterfly kiss on the clit. Just one, to let her know I heard her.“Sumo, eh?” Master chuckled. “That’s better than Rambo.”I don’t think Sammy got the reference, but I felt the rhythmic bobbing that told me she was back to work on Master’s cock.If. I had to keep trying. Next day, I waited and she arrived at 5.15pm again. I set myself in position, my cock standing bolt upright , slightly smearing on the window. The room was well lit up. She came upon the entrance and Sinead glanced down just before she cycled out of view. She had to have seen it. The most beautiful girl I ever knew had just seen my erect cock. This was unreal. My heart was pounding. I did the same thing the next day. And this time, as she passed, she was not cycling as.