While her eyes were still not blinking, they followed me. I thought I heard a long, faint gasp emanate from her mouth but couldn't be entirely sure. T...hen, as I grabbed her arm to feel her pulse, I noticed she was still just as cold as when I had received her fresh and still had no pulse, yet her eyes were clearly scanning me. Not a single doubt about that.I was petrified.Strangely, what calmed me was the gentle, cold caress of her hand against mine. I heard her long, guttural gasp again. My. ' He kissed her then exploring her mouth with his tongue. She sighed and broke the kiss. 'You ain't seen nothing yet. Sissy, why don't you show my bull what a faggot you are by cleaning his big, black cock?' Sissy's eyes dropped to his flaccid cock. It hung heavy between his legs, slick and shiny from her cunt juices, with a spot of cum leaking from the tip. Sissy wanted it bad. So bad - and Mistress knew. She hefted it and sissy shuffled over, eager to be humiliated, but more importantly,. I told her as a guy, we will say anything to get the girl we want. Once we get her, we don't feel a need to go that extra distance to keep her. Then Monica asked about my situation. Feeling like I had nothing to lose, I told her about my open marriage with my wife. This ended up being all Monica wanted to talk about while we ate. At first she didn't believe me not until I let her call my wife on the phone. Monica seemed pretty confident that I was bull shitting but when I dialed my wife's. Eric had ruined the perfect French twist her long, straight hair had been bound up in, not to mention busting the seams at the back of her emerald green dress suit when he’d roughly pushed the material up over her hips only minutes before.‘Please don’t come to my workplace to fuck me again,’ she moaned, bracing herself against the filing cabinet. ‘It’s going to take me too long to get myself together again after this, Eric. I need to look like a professional accountant.’ ‘You’re a star worker,.