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She brought the bottle back to him, unscrewed the top and slowly handed it to him. It seemed everything she did was seductive. He took a long drink as he enjoyed seeing the tops of her breasts in front of him. He handed her back the bottle which she set on the shelf with her pad. She stood in front of him with her tape measure to measure his shoulder width. When she stretched her arms wide, her breasts seemed to shift in her blouse. As she moved to the one side to read the tape, she pushed her breasts against his chest and rubbed them across it as she moved to his side. His knees felt weak, and he almost collapsed as he felt her lower body brush against his cock as she moved to read the numbers on the tape. "That does it for the shirt and the jacket, now we need to get measurements for your pants," she stated. The first thing he thought of was his erection. There would be no hiding it. She wrote more numbers down on her pad then returned to stand in front of him. "Oh, dear, I put. And tomorrow... ' Bathsheba drew a long breath, her cunt hot in the latex as she watched the ginger girl torment her condemned prize and delight in the cruel pleasure of her secret.' ... tomorrow you'll be taken to Burntwood Hall, and will be displayed in the shroud, your life consumed into total and utter obedience to womanhood.' Her Mistress and the black haired girl smiled contentedly at the trickery of her words as Bathsheba jangled the harness Arne would be displayed in today. Arne's balls and anus tingled in pleasured submission as the leather harness with many loops and ringlets was strapped tight to his flesh, his cock dribbling pre-cum as a strap which ran through the cleft of his buttocks and under was tightened with a leather band which held his cock and balls low, displaying his masculinity and the pleasure of defeat it could not help but show. The strap was secured to the thick leather collar from which steel tethering loops jangled as a constant reminder of his absolute.
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My heart started to race, in a stumble I told her, "We shouldn’t be doing this, especially here, anyone could walk in.” With that we both looked over to the door. “It’s locked and no one can see us from this angle," she said. She slid behind me in the desk chair and began to caress my shoulders, it felt amazing. I looked to the door and she was right, I couldn’t see into the hallway and no one could see in. My dick was growing in excitement. I turned to face her and we smiled at each other as we both knew this had been what we wanted but had avoided it for all too many weeks. “But what about Bret, doesn’t he have the key to open it?” I asked, slightly worried. “He has bus duty. It’ll take him another thirty minutes to even get back to his office," she told me, anxiously waiting for me to completely submit to her actions. I put my hands on her hips and stood up. I leaned in for my first kiss with her warm luscious red lips. Pulling away I told her, "I’ve been waiting for you to make.

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