"Simone's face grew red with rage, but none of her spasms or jerks loosened her bondage in the slightest.Unseen by the squirming captive, Lady Diavoli...na stood over her with wicked gleam in her deep, blue-gray eyes. Near the kneeling male slave, she stood atop the four-inch spiked heels gleaming black shoes, each with a leather strap around her ankle, crossing the immaculate nylon stockings that hugged her legs. The seams, rail straight, flowed up the backs of her legs, and the stockings were. She signaled me to follow her, and I couldn't resist. We went down the hallway, where all the offices were. She stopped at my office, pulled out a set of keys, put them into the locks on my door. "Are those my keys?" I pondered. She smiled, opened it, and signaled me to follow her in. I entered, and the door quickly shut behind me. I found her sitting on my desk, with her legs spread wide. She wasn't shy about showing off her somewhat hairy pussy. I kept my mouth shut, and enjoyed the show. Who. We had reached the level of simple sentences, singular and plural, and past, present, and future tenses. I knew that he had five co-husbands and one wife. I had even learned his full real name, but I still preferred to call him ET. He didn't mind, in fact, I think that he was amused by the idea.He was not able to move his viewport around much at his end, so he showed me his world through pictures. I did the same for him, mostly with standard views of the usual tourist spots like the Grand. I've never seen her so unsure I tried to interject but she spoke first "I can go into my room and masturbate like a motherfucker or ..." she turned her back to me and lowered her perfect plump round ass in my lap. Her ass cheeks hugged my cock and she gently rocked back and forth cradling it and dry humping it in between her buns. She gasped "Lets just use each other for tonight. we need it" I didn't protest she stood up and her scent trailed up. The a****l in me could smell her needs. all of.