Slowly, I run my hand up your soft, inner thigh to your sticky pussy-lips. Roughly, I tug on them, pulling them back from your clit."Your pussy is min...e." I whisper."Yes Master." you moan.Without warning, I insert three fingers deep inside your pussy, and begin my assault on your poor little clit. I am merciless: pinching, twisting, milking your slick, little boatman for all it is worth.Suddenly, your back arches as waves of pleasure begin to set your pussy on fire."That's a good slave. Enjoy. What the status of the Boeing project is." Terry, please wait 'til we are in the car. I'll explain it all. You won't like it."My bag came and we headed out the short term parking in front of the terminal."Terry, let me drive. I know the way and you can concentrate on listening." Jason got himself into a big mess because he couldn't keep his worthless dick in his pants." What?" Yes, he's been sleeping with one of the project managers from Boeing. Her husband is over in Afghanistan and I guess. I don’t want you to take them off. Raise your skirt up and drape your legs over the sides of the chair, no no, not both on one side — one leg on either side. That’s it. Let me have a good look at those pretty panties you’re wearing.’ She was a sight to behold. Splayed out before him like an orchid, her breasts red and raw from his sucking and rubbing. ‘Is your pussy wet Diana? It looks as though it might be. Let me see. Pull the crotch of your panties to one side and show me your cunt.’ ‘Yes. Going to the wellness center in the next town, she got a membership and found out the busiest times. Rather than avoid them, that’s when she wanted to be there. In the coffee shop was where the men would be, and if it was busy she could asked to share a table with them. She didn’t know exactly what she was looking for but figured she’d recognize a good one when she came across them.For several weeks she drove over and mixed and mingled until one day a guy that she had spoken with previously.