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It was getting late in the day, and the sun was beginning to set as it cast a warm orange glow on the office. Sarah was staring intently at the computer monitor, but she didn’t notice the beautiful sunset. Instead, she was watching porn pictures from a Lush chat room. They were so sexy, so erotic, thought Sarah.
A thought flashed through her mind; she shouldn’t be watching porn, she had a project to complete and the team was behind schedule. It had been an intense month working on this project, but the porn gave her a welcome distraction from the stress of the project. She and her teammate Yvonne couldn’t agree on how to handle the project, and they were falling behind.
However, those pictures were so hot. They were turning Sarah on but she couldn’t admit it. First there was a picture of a girl giving a guy a blowjob on her knees. She was mesmerized watching the girl take his cock down her throat. Next, a picture of a blond haired girl passionately kissing another girl came up, then there was a picture of a girl being lead around by a collar by another girl in pointy boots. The girl being lead looked a little bit like her. The picture sent chills down her spine.
She had lost track of time and didn’t know how long she had been looking at the pictures. She didn’t notice that her hand had slid under her blue slate dress. She couldn't help herself and started to rub her lavender lace panties. It was almost a subconscious urge.
Sarah suddenly felt ashamed. She was such a prim and proper girl and had risen quickly in the company. She usually wore very demur looking dresses and shoes and dressed very conservatively, portraying the very image most people have of accountants. However, under her conservative dresses and skirts, she sometimes wore sexy underwear; it made her feel so sexy.
This day was one of those days that she dressed a little nicer. She was going directly after work to meet her husband for a romantic dinner, so she dressed to please him. The dress with its plunging neckline showed off her lovely 34c breasts. Her nude holdups showed off her toned legs, and the outfit was complimented with black and white heels with a white strap.
She was daydreaming for a moment, but then another image popped up on the screen. It was of a girl on her hands and knees kissing and licking a man’s rosebud. So revolting, she thought, but somehow so forbidden and erotic. It was at this moment that she realized she was rubbing herself through her panties and that she was soaking wet. Then another picture popped up on a woman on her knees licking another woman’s panties. She again was revolted but couldn’t stop looking. She moaned quietly.
Suddenly Sarah was aware of another person in her office. “What are you watching, porn?” asked Yvonne, her project partner, in a surprised tone. “At work, when we are behind in our project. Is this why we are so far behind, because have been watching porn?” Yvonne asked incredulously. “I am going to tell Mr. O’Rourke right now and he should fire you,” she stated in a huff.
Oh my God, thought Sarah. She quickly pulled her hand from under her dress, but it was too late. Yvonne already noticed where her hand had been and could smell Sarah’s arousal.
“When did you walk in?” Sarah asked meekly. “No, please don’t tell Mr. O’Rourke,” she pleaded. Sarah’s ashen face showed her fear. “I will get fired. I am so sorry, Yvonne.”
Yvonne was in marketing and was so different from Sarah. She was curvier, taller, about five foot nine, and looked even taller today with her black, knee high pointed boots with four inch heels. She had short blond hair and blue eyes and like Sarah wore red lipstick but Yvonne’s was bright red and looked wet and luscious. Yvonne was very curvaceous and was the office flirt.
She also dressed a little sexier and always had a smile. Today, she had on a dark pink silk blouse that showed off her ample cleavage and a black tight pencil skirt that stopped above her knees. Completing her outfit were a pair of fishnet stockings. She looked really stunning today and so in control, thought Sarah.
“No, Sarah, I need to tell Mr. O’Rourke. He told us just last week how important this project is and that we either could get either promoted or demoted on this project. Now, I find out we are behind because you were watching porn, and kinky porn at that.”
Sarah, fighting back the tears, replied, “You know that is not the reason we are behind. You have just been so hard headed in your opinions that we haven’t been able to move forward.”
“What!” Yvonne curtly replied. “My fault, no way, now I am going to Mr. O’Rourke. You will be fired.”
“Please don’t. I will do anything to make it up to you,” Sarah pleaded, knowing she went too far and was in no position to argue.
“Anything?” smiled Yvonne with one eyebrow raised.
“Yes, I will work late. I will do your share of the project. I will tell Mr. O’Rourke that you had all the great ideas.”
“No, Sarah, I had something else in mind. Stand up!” Yvonne commanded as she closed the door to Sarah’s office. She really didn’t need to do that since it was late. However, Yvonne knew she needed the door closed for what she had in mind.
“You can’t talk to me like that,” Sarah said in shock.
“Yes, I can and I will. Here are your options, either stand up now and do whatever I ask you to do for the next week, or I am going to tell Mr. O’Rourke”, Yvonne replied smartly. “Make up your mind now, Sarah. I don’t have all evening.”
Sarah slowly and meekly stood up. Yvonne was enjoying this. Sarah and Yvonne were co-workers, but Sarah always seemed to get more recognition. Mr. O’Rourke told her more than a few times that she should be like Sarah, that she should act and dress more professionally. Yvonne was going to enjoy this week in more ways than one, she thought.
“Take off that dress, slowly,” Yvonne commanded as she sat down and crossed her legs. Sarah could see the top of Yvonne’s fishnet stockings come into view.
“What are you looking at?” Yvonne asked and smiled as she pulled her skirt higher. Sarah could almost see Yvonne’s underwear now. She realized she wanted to see Yvonne's pussy.
“Nothing,” Sarah blushed as she slowly unwrapped herself from her dress. Now she had Yvonne’s attention as her pink half cup lace bra came into view.
Sarah noticed Yvonne looking straight at her breasts and then looked down at them herself. She could see her swollen nipples clearly through the sheer fabric of her bra.
“You are turned on by this, my slave,” Yvonne smiled as she stood up and, while staring directly at Sarah, removed her skirt. She then sat down and spread her legs just a little bit. Sarah couldn’t help but look at Yvonne’s sheer black thong. Sarah could feel herself getting even wetter and was feeling flush.
“I am not your slave,” argued Sarah.
“Yes, you are my slave for the next week, and don’t you forget it. By the looks of your nipples, I think you like this. I think you want to be my plaything,” Yvonne replied as she casually rubbed the front of her thong as Sarah stared.
“Now drop that dress and let me see if your panties match that sexy bra of yours,” Yvonne cooed.
Sarah’s dress fell. She could feel Yvonne’s eyes checking out her body. She felt exposed and vulnerable. Why was she looking at porn in her office? Why didn't she lock the door? What was she thinking, she thought to herself.
Yvonne shifted in her seat. She now had one leg over the other knee and her boot was pointing straight at Sarah. The boots looked so sexy to Sarah, the pointed toe, the lacing on the back of the boot. They looked so powerful to her that they generated this strange tingling feeling in her body. She felt so horny and also so helpless.
Yvonne noticed Sarah’s gaze and smiled. “You need to call me mistress when we are alone. Now take those wet panties off, my slave. Smell them and lick them,” Yvonne commanded.
Sarah looked down, and her matching lace pink panties were indeed soaked with her juices. She felt herself dripping as she pulled the panties off and then hesitantly smelled and licked them. She started to touch herself. She was so wet and so aroused. She forgot all about Yvonne and started to stroke her clit. She began to moan until she heard the click of Yvonne’s phone.
“No more touching, slave,” commanded Yvonne. “You need to please me first. Come here, come here on your hands and knees.”
“I will not!” cried Sarah. “This is just too much. You are humiliating me,” she sniffled.
“Remember, you need to call me mistress,” Yvonne coolly replied. “Do you want me to send this picture of you masturbating in your office to Mr. O’Rourke?”
“No, please don’t, mistress,” Sarah answered in defeat.
Sarah started to crawl over to her mistress. She felt so humiliated but turned on at the same time. Her pussy was just burning with desire. Even though she felt humiliated, she wanted in some strange way to please Yvonne.
“Now get on your back and lick my boots.”
Sarah reluctantly complied. She licked the bottom of Yvonne’s boots. She could smell the leather as she licked. Her eyes looked up and she could see Yvonne’s puffy lips underneath the sheer black thong. Her mouth grew dry as she continued to licking.
Yvonne’s hands started to caress her breasts. She was enjoying the power she had over Sarah. It was turning her on to see Sarah so aroused. Meek and demur Sarah, who could imagine the sight that Yvonne was experiencing. Sarah looked so sexy to Yvonne licking her boots while her legs were spread. She could see Sarah’s neatly trimmed triangle shaped bush all damp and sweaty. A moan escaped from Yvonne’s lips.
“Take off my boots and lick my toes, slave,” Yvonne commanded.
Sarah slowly and carefully removed the boots. She could smell her mistress's aroma.
“Get on your knees now, slave,” Yvonne said with some urgency.
Her mistress then pushed a foot in front of Sarah’s face. Sarah started to lick and suck on Yvonne’s toes. Meanwhile, Yvonne took her other foot, slid it between Sarah’s legs and started rubbing her crotch. Sarah started to moan from feeling her mistress's fishnet covered foot rub against her clit.
Her mistress then spread her legs and pulled her thong to the side. As Sarah was sucking on Yvonne’s toes, she could also see that Yvonne’s pussy was wet.
“Make me cum, my slave, make me cum with your mouth and lips,” her mistress commanded as Sarah got up and crawled between Yvonne’s legs. “Kiss my stocking covered legs, lick my pussy, my little slave,” Yvonne cooed.
Yvonne spread her legs wider. One hand was still caressing her breasts while her other hand was holding her thong to one side. She moaned as Sarah’s kisses started moving from her toes and then began moving up her legs.
Sarah reluctantly, but with some excitement, started to kiss her mistress’s thighs. She was encouraged strangely by Yvonne’s moans as she got closer and closer to Yvonne’s pussy. She felt so confused. She had never thought or even imagined kissing another woman’s legs or pussy, but here she was, doing that. Again, she thought, 'Why was I watching porn at the office? Why was I getting turned on?'
Sarah could now smell her mistress’s arousal. It was a similar smell, but it was stronger and muskier than her own. She felt Yvonne’s hands grab her hair and was pulled closer to Yvonne’s outer lips. They were glistening with dampness and begging for her tongue.
Sarah tentatively licked Yvonne’s puffy outer lips.
“Oh yes, that’s it!” cried Yvonne as a bolt of electricity shot through her body. “More.”
Yvonne now pulled Sarah’s face against her pussy. “Lick, my slave,” she urged.
Sarah started to lick with abandon. Yvonne’s juices covered her face. Sarah felt her juices running down her leg. Sarah started to rub her breasts against Yvonne’s legs. She was so horny.
Faster, Sarah licked. She pushed her tongue deep inside Yvonne’s cunt. Her mistress was moaning with delight, and Sarah’s tongue flickered across her mistress’s clit. Sarah used her fingers to spread her mistress’s engorged lips while her tongue flickered lightly up and down.
“Faster, my slave, I am so close,” Yvonne moaned.
“Can I cum too, mistress?” Sarah pleaded.
“Not yet, my slave. Now lick my asshole,” Yvonne commanded as she slid farther down in her chair. Yvonne’s hand was now squeezing her large breasts, moaning and shuddering with pleasure.
Sarah continued licking her mistress’s swollen lips. Her tongue worked its way lower until it was circling Yvonne’s rosebud. The taste was different and much stronger. Sarah remembered the earlier picture of the girl licking the guy’s asshole and again was revolted and ashamed but so turned on. She felt like her body was on fire.
“Yes, oh yes,” Yvonne cried as she felt Sarah’s tongue on her rosebud. Her body tensed up, and she could feel her orgasm building.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cried out again as the spasms of her orgasm flooded through her body. Her legs were now wrapped tightly around Sarah’s head.
Sarah managed to look up at her mistress and could see the delight on Yvonne’s face and somehow felt strangely satisfied. The yearning in her pussy brought her back to her own plight.
“Oh mistress, please, oh please, let me cum,” Sarah pleaded again.
Yvonne looked down at Sarah’s face covered with her juices. She took pity on her slave and told her to lean back and make herself cum.
“Oh thank-you mistress,” Sarah replied as she leaned back and started to put on a show on for her mistress. She spread her legs wide and urgently put two fingers inside her pussy. Faster and faster she finger-fucked herself. She needed no foreplay; she just needed to cum and cum now. Moaning, her eyes closed, she continued to rub both her engorged clit and her pussy until she felt her orgasm coming. She pulled on her nipples, twisting them while her body began to tremble.
“Oh my God,” she cried out as her body shook violently from one of the most intense orgasms she ever had.
“Oh yes,” she moaned as her body continued to shake. She felt so alive, wanton and sexy.
Her pleasure was interrupted by a phone call. Yvonne picked up the phone and while looking down at Sarah’s sweat covered body, answered it. “It is your husband. He is waiting for you at the restaurant.”
"I am not finished with you yet", Yvonne whispered to Sarah as she handed Sarah the phone.
A thought flashed through her mind; she shouldn’t be watching porn, she had a project to complete and the team was behind schedule. It had been an intense month working on this project, but the porn gave her a welcome distraction from the stress of the project. She and her teammate Yvonne couldn’t agree on how to handle the project, and they were falling behind.
However, those pictures were so hot. They were turning Sarah on but she couldn’t admit it. First there was a picture of a girl giving a guy a blowjob on her knees. She was mesmerized watching the girl take his cock down her throat. Next, a picture of a blond haired girl passionately kissing another girl came up, then there was a picture of a girl being lead around by a collar by another girl in pointy boots. The girl being lead looked a little bit like her. The picture sent chills down her spine.
She had lost track of time and didn’t know how long she had been looking at the pictures. She didn’t notice that her hand had slid under her blue slate dress. She couldn't help herself and started to rub her lavender lace panties. It was almost a subconscious urge.
Sarah suddenly felt ashamed. She was such a prim and proper girl and had risen quickly in the company. She usually wore very demur looking dresses and shoes and dressed very conservatively, portraying the very image most people have of accountants. However, under her conservative dresses and skirts, she sometimes wore sexy underwear; it made her feel so sexy.
This day was one of those days that she dressed a little nicer. She was going directly after work to meet her husband for a romantic dinner, so she dressed to please him. The dress with its plunging neckline showed off her lovely 34c breasts. Her nude holdups showed off her toned legs, and the outfit was complimented with black and white heels with a white strap.
She was daydreaming for a moment, but then another image popped up on the screen. It was of a girl on her hands and knees kissing and licking a man’s rosebud. So revolting, she thought, but somehow so forbidden and erotic. It was at this moment that she realized she was rubbing herself through her panties and that she was soaking wet. Then another picture popped up on a woman on her knees licking another woman’s panties. She again was revolted but couldn’t stop looking. She moaned quietly.
Suddenly Sarah was aware of another person in her office. “What are you watching, porn?” asked Yvonne, her project partner, in a surprised tone. “At work, when we are behind in our project. Is this why we are so far behind, because have been watching porn?” Yvonne asked incredulously. “I am going to tell Mr. O’Rourke right now and he should fire you,” she stated in a huff.
Oh my God, thought Sarah. She quickly pulled her hand from under her dress, but it was too late. Yvonne already noticed where her hand had been and could smell Sarah’s arousal.
“When did you walk in?” Sarah asked meekly. “No, please don’t tell Mr. O’Rourke,” she pleaded. Sarah’s ashen face showed her fear. “I will get fired. I am so sorry, Yvonne.”
Yvonne was in marketing and was so different from Sarah. She was curvier, taller, about five foot nine, and looked even taller today with her black, knee high pointed boots with four inch heels. She had short blond hair and blue eyes and like Sarah wore red lipstick but Yvonne’s was bright red and looked wet and luscious. Yvonne was very curvaceous and was the office flirt.
She also dressed a little sexier and always had a smile. Today, she had on a dark pink silk blouse that showed off her ample cleavage and a black tight pencil skirt that stopped above her knees. Completing her outfit were a pair of fishnet stockings. She looked really stunning today and so in control, thought Sarah.
“No, Sarah, I need to tell Mr. O’Rourke. He told us just last week how important this project is and that we either could get either promoted or demoted on this project. Now, I find out we are behind because you were watching porn, and kinky porn at that.”
Sarah, fighting back the tears, replied, “You know that is not the reason we are behind. You have just been so hard headed in your opinions that we haven’t been able to move forward.”
“What!” Yvonne curtly replied. “My fault, no way, now I am going to Mr. O’Rourke. You will be fired.”
“Please don’t. I will do anything to make it up to you,” Sarah pleaded, knowing she went too far and was in no position to argue.
“Anything?” smiled Yvonne with one eyebrow raised.
“Yes, I will work late. I will do your share of the project. I will tell Mr. O’Rourke that you had all the great ideas.”
“No, Sarah, I had something else in mind. Stand up!” Yvonne commanded as she closed the door to Sarah’s office. She really didn’t need to do that since it was late. However, Yvonne knew she needed the door closed for what she had in mind.
“You can’t talk to me like that,” Sarah said in shock.
“Yes, I can and I will. Here are your options, either stand up now and do whatever I ask you to do for the next week, or I am going to tell Mr. O’Rourke”, Yvonne replied smartly. “Make up your mind now, Sarah. I don’t have all evening.”
Sarah slowly and meekly stood up. Yvonne was enjoying this. Sarah and Yvonne were co-workers, but Sarah always seemed to get more recognition. Mr. O’Rourke told her more than a few times that she should be like Sarah, that she should act and dress more professionally. Yvonne was going to enjoy this week in more ways than one, she thought.
“Take off that dress, slowly,” Yvonne commanded as she sat down and crossed her legs. Sarah could see the top of Yvonne’s fishnet stockings come into view.
“What are you looking at?” Yvonne asked and smiled as she pulled her skirt higher. Sarah could almost see Yvonne’s underwear now. She realized she wanted to see Yvonne's pussy.
“Nothing,” Sarah blushed as she slowly unwrapped herself from her dress. Now she had Yvonne’s attention as her pink half cup lace bra came into view.
Sarah noticed Yvonne looking straight at her breasts and then looked down at them herself. She could see her swollen nipples clearly through the sheer fabric of her bra.
“You are turned on by this, my slave,” Yvonne smiled as she stood up and, while staring directly at Sarah, removed her skirt. She then sat down and spread her legs just a little bit. Sarah couldn’t help but look at Yvonne’s sheer black thong. Sarah could feel herself getting even wetter and was feeling flush.
“I am not your slave,” argued Sarah.
“Yes, you are my slave for the next week, and don’t you forget it. By the looks of your nipples, I think you like this. I think you want to be my plaything,” Yvonne replied as she casually rubbed the front of her thong as Sarah stared.
“Now drop that dress and let me see if your panties match that sexy bra of yours,” Yvonne cooed.
Sarah’s dress fell. She could feel Yvonne’s eyes checking out her body. She felt exposed and vulnerable. Why was she looking at porn in her office? Why didn't she lock the door? What was she thinking, she thought to herself.
Yvonne shifted in her seat. She now had one leg over the other knee and her boot was pointing straight at Sarah. The boots looked so sexy to Sarah, the pointed toe, the lacing on the back of the boot. They looked so powerful to her that they generated this strange tingling feeling in her body. She felt so horny and also so helpless.
Yvonne noticed Sarah’s gaze and smiled. “You need to call me mistress when we are alone. Now take those wet panties off, my slave. Smell them and lick them,” Yvonne commanded.
Sarah looked down, and her matching lace pink panties were indeed soaked with her juices. She felt herself dripping as she pulled the panties off and then hesitantly smelled and licked them. She started to touch herself. She was so wet and so aroused. She forgot all about Yvonne and started to stroke her clit. She began to moan until she heard the click of Yvonne’s phone.
“No more touching, slave,” commanded Yvonne. “You need to please me first. Come here, come here on your hands and knees.”
“I will not!” cried Sarah. “This is just too much. You are humiliating me,” she sniffled.
“Remember, you need to call me mistress,” Yvonne coolly replied. “Do you want me to send this picture of you masturbating in your office to Mr. O’Rourke?”
“No, please don’t, mistress,” Sarah answered in defeat.
Sarah started to crawl over to her mistress. She felt so humiliated but turned on at the same time. Her pussy was just burning with desire. Even though she felt humiliated, she wanted in some strange way to please Yvonne.
“Now get on your back and lick my boots.”
Sarah reluctantly complied. She licked the bottom of Yvonne’s boots. She could smell the leather as she licked. Her eyes looked up and she could see Yvonne’s puffy lips underneath the sheer black thong. Her mouth grew dry as she continued to licking.
Yvonne’s hands started to caress her breasts. She was enjoying the power she had over Sarah. It was turning her on to see Sarah so aroused. Meek and demur Sarah, who could imagine the sight that Yvonne was experiencing. Sarah looked so sexy to Yvonne licking her boots while her legs were spread. She could see Sarah’s neatly trimmed triangle shaped bush all damp and sweaty. A moan escaped from Yvonne’s lips.
“Take off my boots and lick my toes, slave,” Yvonne commanded.
Sarah slowly and carefully removed the boots. She could smell her mistress's aroma.
“Get on your knees now, slave,” Yvonne said with some urgency.
Her mistress then pushed a foot in front of Sarah’s face. Sarah started to lick and suck on Yvonne’s toes. Meanwhile, Yvonne took her other foot, slid it between Sarah’s legs and started rubbing her crotch. Sarah started to moan from feeling her mistress's fishnet covered foot rub against her clit.
Her mistress then spread her legs and pulled her thong to the side. As Sarah was sucking on Yvonne’s toes, she could also see that Yvonne’s pussy was wet.
“Make me cum, my slave, make me cum with your mouth and lips,” her mistress commanded as Sarah got up and crawled between Yvonne’s legs. “Kiss my stocking covered legs, lick my pussy, my little slave,” Yvonne cooed.
Yvonne spread her legs wider. One hand was still caressing her breasts while her other hand was holding her thong to one side. She moaned as Sarah’s kisses started moving from her toes and then began moving up her legs.
Sarah reluctantly, but with some excitement, started to kiss her mistress’s thighs. She was encouraged strangely by Yvonne’s moans as she got closer and closer to Yvonne’s pussy. She felt so confused. She had never thought or even imagined kissing another woman’s legs or pussy, but here she was, doing that. Again, she thought, 'Why was I watching porn at the office? Why was I getting turned on?'
Sarah could now smell her mistress’s arousal. It was a similar smell, but it was stronger and muskier than her own. She felt Yvonne’s hands grab her hair and was pulled closer to Yvonne’s outer lips. They were glistening with dampness and begging for her tongue.
Sarah tentatively licked Yvonne’s puffy outer lips.
“Oh yes, that’s it!” cried Yvonne as a bolt of electricity shot through her body. “More.”
Yvonne now pulled Sarah’s face against her pussy. “Lick, my slave,” she urged.
Sarah started to lick with abandon. Yvonne’s juices covered her face. Sarah felt her juices running down her leg. Sarah started to rub her breasts against Yvonne’s legs. She was so horny.
Faster, Sarah licked. She pushed her tongue deep inside Yvonne’s cunt. Her mistress was moaning with delight, and Sarah’s tongue flickered across her mistress’s clit. Sarah used her fingers to spread her mistress’s engorged lips while her tongue flickered lightly up and down.
“Faster, my slave, I am so close,” Yvonne moaned.
“Can I cum too, mistress?” Sarah pleaded.
“Not yet, my slave. Now lick my asshole,” Yvonne commanded as she slid farther down in her chair. Yvonne’s hand was now squeezing her large breasts, moaning and shuddering with pleasure.
Sarah continued licking her mistress’s swollen lips. Her tongue worked its way lower until it was circling Yvonne’s rosebud. The taste was different and much stronger. Sarah remembered the earlier picture of the girl licking the guy’s asshole and again was revolted and ashamed but so turned on. She felt like her body was on fire.
“Yes, oh yes,” Yvonne cried as she felt Sarah’s tongue on her rosebud. Her body tensed up, and she could feel her orgasm building.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she cried out again as the spasms of her orgasm flooded through her body. Her legs were now wrapped tightly around Sarah’s head.
Sarah managed to look up at her mistress and could see the delight on Yvonne’s face and somehow felt strangely satisfied. The yearning in her pussy brought her back to her own plight.
“Oh mistress, please, oh please, let me cum,” Sarah pleaded again.
Yvonne looked down at Sarah’s face covered with her juices. She took pity on her slave and told her to lean back and make herself cum.
“Oh thank-you mistress,” Sarah replied as she leaned back and started to put on a show on for her mistress. She spread her legs wide and urgently put two fingers inside her pussy. Faster and faster she finger-fucked herself. She needed no foreplay; she just needed to cum and cum now. Moaning, her eyes closed, she continued to rub both her engorged clit and her pussy until she felt her orgasm coming. She pulled on her nipples, twisting them while her body began to tremble.
“Oh my God,” she cried out as her body shook violently from one of the most intense orgasms she ever had.
“Oh yes,” she moaned as her body continued to shake. She felt so alive, wanton and sexy.
Her pleasure was interrupted by a phone call. Yvonne picked up the phone and while looking down at Sarah’s sweat covered body, answered it. “It is your husband. He is waiting for you at the restaurant.”
"I am not finished with you yet", Yvonne whispered to Sarah as she handed Sarah the phone.
Myra
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