He began to hump me.I am no expert but I am sure no man could thrust as fast as Goldie. He literally pounded me into submission. I squealed, I moaned,... I urged him on. “Good boy Goldie. Yes I want it” I mumbled. I don’t suppose he had any idea of what I was saying. He was doing what he was trained to do. What came naturally. I started to push back to meet his relentless thrusting. I could keep pace. Then I felt it. His huge knot. He was eager to bury that inside me. After several attempts, and a. " Dean bit his tongue as she froze him with a very dark lookat the sudden use of her Christian name. "I mean, Miss Layton, I'vebeen wearing this chastity belt for weeks now and it's soooofrustrating..." He didn't dare add that the garter belt, Wolford sheerstockings and the silk knickers that he wore were adding to hisdiscomfort by making him feel perpetually aroused. The tightly lacedcorset also added to his discomfort, but as his reflection in the glassdoor attested, it gave him an amazing. As she took in all of his manliness, he scanned the room, in a very nonchalant way. She waited till their eyes locked."Hello Sexy." She sent the thought flying across the room to his mind. His eyes widened just a bit in shock. "I've been watching you for awhile. How would you feel about..." and she sent him a mental image of her riding his body to ecstasy. Through half closed eyes she saw the package in the front of his pants move slowly down one thigh. "I guess that means you'd enjoy a little. Breathe. I check my hair one last time and take another deep breath. I grab my keys and walk to my car, heart pounding and nerves jumping. I drive to your house and stay parked outside for a few minutes, trying to get up the nerve to go inside. My phone buzzes and I expect it to be my boss, asking where I am, but instead my heart stops beating when I see your name in my notification bar. Is that you outside baby boy? I hesitantly write back, replying: Yes… miss. The front door opens and you.