The only thing on my body is high heels, that's all. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and heard cars, my heart started beating a little faster. I was t...rying to walk the 2 blocks fast enough to beat the buses. I could feel the wind blowing next to me over my naked body making me harder than I was. Listed to each nose hoping it is not a bus or a car. I was walking down the sidewalk I heard a car. I just thought oh shit. Carrying on passed I looked through Conner's eye to see if they were looking I. She made every appreciative sound known to man as that god rammed his thunderous prick into her unsatisfied cunt.“Give me more!” She squealed. “Faster, harder.”She was desperate; her body shaking with every thrust into her unprotected twat. Foxxxy gyrated his hips; his smooth, muscle-clad body rammed his cock deep into her. He was exciting every nerve between her legs, many of which had never been touched.Her first orgasm smashed into her, causing her twinkling body to shake in pleasure. Her. This was the anchor point for her delicate submissive gold chain and a testament that she was not wearing panties.'I just can't right now,' was her reply, pleading not be called upon.'Not a request,' came the repeated reply.'No panties!' was added.After a short pause came a further send. 'What happened to Sir?'Lynn instinctively lowered her head and typed, 'I'm sorry, Sir.''Friday, 6PM, don't be late,' was his last send for many days.On one hand Lynn felt even further out of control. On the. What has gotten into her? I thought. I honestly didn't care what the answer was, though, as I shoved that image to the back of my mind and cast every bit of mental energy into doing as much work as possible. I wanted to make the day go by at warp speed, nourish myself on whatever fast food was available on the drive home, pour a big glass of bourbon, plant myself in bed with my laptop, and get ready for "The Show."The commute back home from work was so unremarkable that I didn't even remember.