I could finally feel him relax completely and I began to slowly pick up the pace of my thrust.His hole felt so tight and warm it was amazing.With each... thrust he would moan. I hoisted his legs from my hips to my shoulders and reached around and grabbed his muscled pecs."Oh you feel amazing inside me," he moaned. That excited me even more and I pound harder into his hole making him moan louder. Thank goodness the movie was still playing if not we might have been discovered.I looked down at him. "Let me look at you from a distance." He let her go and she pirouetted around the studio. He noted that she'd come that day wearing a short, pleated skirt and a top that was just tight enough to show the outline of her bra beneath. Her shoes were the classic low-top Converse with short socks, so he knew she had a bit of a sense of style. Heels and stockings would make a big difference even with this outfit."Beautiful!" he reacted. And that's when he launched into his lesson on hosiery. He ended. I took a step back and began to walk my fingers up each side of her spine, searching for tight spots and knots of muscle. . Oh — you have great fingers– a little lower please. A shiver shook her as the chill bumps followed my fingers, and the very fine fuzz on her arms and neck stood straight out. She was trying to lean into me again,and I quickly suggested we move to her office to get her on the table. I walked behind her as we walked down the hall, and I could see she was out of alignment in. “Wake up, my little slutty sex toy,” he said, as he slapped my tits back and forth. “You’re not going to believe what I have in mind for you today.”Well, he was right about that. He kept me tied up all day, coming into my room at least every hour, whipping me, and toying and fucking me in all my holes. He would pull his cock out when he was ready to cum, and put it into my mouth, commanding me not to swallow his load. Instead, he made me spit each mouthful into a drinking glass, then, he.