"Relax and let us take care of everything. You're going to be so happy with the results."I look around the room and it seems to be a very nice beauti...cians workplace. The colors are all soft pinks and purples. Soft music plays."Now lets take off those clothes and get started."I don't know if it is the music or her voice, but I'm beginning to relax. A sense of submissiveness flows into me as I decide to enjoy the experience and trust what John has planned for me."The nasty underwear too," she. She was here. She had made it and she would stun the world. But first she would start in the secretarial pool of a large international advertising agency. It would be dull work at a low pay. She was the new, provincial nobody. But she didn't care. She was free at last and everything was amazing. There was nobody here to tell her what to do or to belittle her. There was no one to hold her back.The men at the office looked awesome in their tanned skins and their Armani power suits. Their faces. The next thing I knew, the hands were sliding back down until they reached my belt, at which time they fumbled about trying to open it. Stunned, I just let them continue. My erection was back and if you know anything about men, you know they tend to allow the wrong head to think for them in moments such as this. I was no different – married or not. After unbuckling the belt, the hands opened my slacks, lowered the zipper, and dropped my trousers to the floor. Gripping the elastic of my boxers. In the back of my head I realize he might recognize her, which makes me moan on his dick and take it as deep as I can.“Fuck, she’s hot son!”, he said. “What’s your fat bitch’s name?” I stop sucking for a moment to tell him her name, which he repeats, and then keeps using as he looks through her photos. And he said, “You can just keep calling us daddy and mommy, son.” Fine with me, I thought.I love when a daddy fucks my throat, but I love even more when it gets him off to gag me. Every stroke he.