His mind went back to a time years ago, when he was still married. The blonde's name- the one writhing next to him, moaning in ecstasy as she jamm...ed three fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit with the other hand- was Johannah. She lived across the hall from he and his wife. She was an attorney for an investment firm on Wall Street. Each morning she would leave the house in power suits and high heels and come home late each evening. He could hear the clip clop of her heels. He then tied the hood in place. At least she was able to see this time around, and she didn't have to listen to that god awful music and her own rantings in the throes of orgams. Even with the hood on, she was still a very sexy sight.Jodie led her over to the padded table, and had her take a seat. After the lights had been adjusted and everything was just right, Scott hollered out, "READY... and Action!"Brian awoke with the tortured images of his wife still in his mind. The E-mail had arrived. Garcia, whom I remembered vaguely as an odd but friendly man, noted it, too. How could he not have? Overnight her little girl breasts had suddenly become those of a woman. It was a turning point in my own life, the first stirrings of my sexual awareness of her. As she worked I watched her breasts jiggle and shake beneath her top, and I noted they were fuller and wider than they appear when she wears a bra, but they sat every bit as high, and were even more shapely. "But that was mainly because. She started to smile a bit and said in a very soft voice, Does this mean you own me Mr. K. ? Am I your sex slave and you the master? That I have to do what every you say? Ann's face was now glowing pink the same way it did right before she had an orgasm. I looked at her standing there a middle aged woman filled with lust and passion and submitting to me and my will, my cock was getting hard inside my pants now and I felt my own lust building inside me. Ann walked over to my office door.