And just like that, there I was, tied up, vulnerable and exposed to him for his viewing pleasure. Ready and available to him to do whatever he saw fit.
I could not pretend I didn't like it.
"See, I think you are getting way too worked up over this cleaning thing, Rita.” He kissed my inner thigh, slipped a single finger into my cunt, scrambled my brain with his ministrations.
“I…”
“This is a work room. It’s supposed to be cluttered and stuffed full of…stuff.”
“I…” That seemed to be all I could say. The clearest thought I could form. Pitiful. Completely understandable though. It all made perfect sense that I had no words when I saw his tongue slithering between his lips.
His tongue slid, slow and eager, over my c******s and my knees dipped like I was curtseying. So he walked me bac
