She looked at the room in more detail, chains hung from the ceiling and there was a sheet over the old book shelf that peaked her curiosity. “So my... dirty little sub” he began with a wicked grin. “come to the chair” he said taking her hand like a gentleman but the way he spoke and the grin and glint in his eye said he was planning on something a little darker. She sat on the chair. “No, no sub” he says pulling her to her feet. He turns around so she’s facing the chair. “Bend over” he mutters. I looked at her when I felt my balls touch her wet crotch. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, breathing as hard as I was. “You want to be fucked like a slut?” I asked, keeping myself deep inside her, enjoying the warmth, the tightness, the wetness. “Oh yes, please fuck me like a whore. I want to feel like a woman, I want to feel like a slut. Please fuck me and make me scream.” I smiled and let go of her wrists. “I want you to hold to the bed-head tightly. When I see your hands leave the. She took it into her mouth and licked it as though it was a lover's flesh, enjoying the erotic sensation of it in her soft wet mouth. She was already moist, her silky smooth pussy beginning to flow with her sweet juices. She ran the toy along her slit, collecting her own moisture, and brought it back to her mouth- she loved the taste of her own sex and the sensation just made her wetter. When she had moistened her toy she ran it down her skin again and positioned it between her thighs, just. We immediately came back to our early positions ie.., I am to sofa. We both of us felt unhappy on this. After some naughty looks, I left to my flat. We are observing each others in office and feeling happy with our earlier actions. I visited her flat on a Sunday morning. This time nobody was there and her hubby went his work place in the last night and her children had gone to their relatives house. She also told me that they may return in the after noon.I was extremely happy on this and at any.