What made things worse is that I was her supervisor and that was a definite no no. As a result we kept our marriage a secret and neither Mickey nor I ...wore our wedding rings. We figured we could get away with it for however long it took Mickey to get her promotion and transfer to a different department.Mickey and I have pretty decent senses of humor and our situation gave us a lot to laugh about. For one thing, Mickey is a fine looking woman working in a department with about twenty guys. There. I looked up at his smiling face, so happy to see he was pleased. “Stand up.” He offered me his hands, and I got up slowly, the plug shifting. He unhooked the leash and tossed it onto a chair. “Go to the bed, get on your elbows and knees.” I followed orders, settling onto the mattress with spread legs, my forehead on a pillow that Sir offered me. I could hear him undo his belt, the soft rustling of clothes being stripped off. His hands ran over my backside, up my back, down my thighs. Then his. He got on his knees and I could see him clearly. He’d left my clit, my pussy, all alone. I watched him jerk his cock.”“Holy shit!”“Yeah. He must have masturbated for a couple of minutes. I couldn’t believe he’d do that in front of me or anyone. His hand sliding back and forth over his dick, which was really, really hard. I saw a bit of pre-cum, I think. I just stared at what he was doing. His balls were swinging at first, but they sort of tightened up. I loved watching his balls move. He rubbed. After an eternity of sucking, swallowing, and Claire moaning with passion, Duke finally finished.“Wow, Duke, that was great!” Claire said, wiping her lips and sucking her fingers before lapping at his dripping penis again. “Did you like it, Duke? Did you like your Bitch-Blow-Job?”Duke did like it. He lapped at Claire’s face, tasting his own jism. Claire opened her lips wide and let him taste inside her mouth, then decided she wanted his fat, warm tongue tasting the inside of her cunt.