Brad had sent me these items after pleading with me to let him determine some part of the outfit I would wear when I met him. I had to admit that he h...ad good taste. The bra and panties were gorgeous. And when I checked myself out in the full-length mirror, I liked what I saw. I loved the way my legs looked in the stockings and garter belt. My legs were as smooth as they could possibly be, since I had shaved them just that afternoon in my room. The mirror also told me that the time spent styling. So you see there ARE controls in place - I MUST be able to follow through on a threat. That is the flip side of requiring you to take me seriously - I'm required to BE serious." He glanced at them both. "Let's look at a realistic scenario. I'm discussing a business deal with a client and he takes a shine to you. I determine that it might be in my best interests if you were to crawl under the table and give him a blow job. I direct you to do so. What do you do?" I give him a blow job?" Bridgette. Chad's thrusts were hard and I encouraged him. "Fuck! My! Ass! I! Love it! I! Love you! Oh! So deep! Fill! Me!" He did fill me and we came together explosively. I almost blacked out because the pleasure was so intense!Chad remained hard and I quickly began to respond to his revived thrusts. I loved this position because so much of our bodies touched and he could hold my breasts. We could move a little, turn our heads, and even kiss each other's lips. As he moved, I could feel him deep within. "M'Lady Patricia Marie, would you do me the very great pleasure of becoming my wife?" Yes M'Lord I will!"Patty relaxed her leg muscles, her whole weight was now pressing on the tip of George's cock. She hung there for almost 2 seconds until her hymen gave wave and her body slid slowly downwards.She could not take her eyes off of George's. Patty was aware of her deflowering, but was detached from it. Somewhere in her mind she knew this was supposed to hurt. She should be screaming, shouldn't.