In a very short time he reached up and grabbed my head in both hands and held me tight while he fucked my face roughly until he shot his cum down my t...hroat. He held me there like that after he came until he stopped panting. He finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and stared down at me. His gaze went from my face with the tears of humiliation running down my cheeks to my exposed breasts to my exposed pussy.He was fascinated by all of my exposed flesh and couldn't stop staring. Finally he. I told her "of course" and I got the same as mine. She put it on, she put on the mini skirt, and I gave her a t-shirt that accentuated her nice tits. "Do you want to put on the boots that I wore last week, that you liked?" I asked her and nodded again. She had lost her voice but was looking excited. She put on my boots that had 10cm heels and took a few steps. "This is the first time I wear such high heels," he said. "You'll get used to it soon" I replied. She took a seat and put make-up on. Oh, Mr. Matthews, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.” Bent over on my desk, Beth moans as I pound her pussy from behind. As I fuck her hard, the papers stacked on my desk start to fall onto the floor. But that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is the feeling of my hard, throbbing cock swiftly going in and out of my secretary’s very wet and very tight pussy. I grunt as she starts to push her ass back, meeting my every thrust. Her moans become louder as I fuck her faster, remembering. What bothered him was that all too often he would find Yvoine in the house without her collar. ‘She had to wear it,’ he instructed Sara, trying to keep his voice under control. They had entered into their own relationship as equals, sharing Yvoine as their slave, but sometimes Sara wasn’t firm enough in her discipline. ‘I don’t care if she’s clothed or not in the house, but she must wear her collar.’ ‘I always make sure she has something on,’ Sara insisted. He shook his head at her. ‘The.