continued.. She's looking at your, watching you. You swear s..

continued.. She's looking at your, watching you. You swear she can probably see your pulse racing down the side of your neck. Slowly you move first to your tie. you're not too sure why you decided to where a tie, maybe because it made you feel more formal, like you weren't about to go do something completely out of your comfort zone. Make you feel like the deed itself of paying someone for their time was less dirty. You didn’t feel like it was dirty at all, though you were sure if you told a few people, they might frown upon your particular proclivities. You were getting distracted and she clearly could sense it. there was a very loud lashing noise which brought you right back to the moment you were in. And her sitting in that chair was enough to keep you in that moment. She leaned forward as you frantically took of your shirt while still trying to take off your tie at the same time. You felt yourself struggling to breath as the tie seems to catch on your shirt , restricting your airways. As you rush to try release the tie you feel warm hands calmy take your hands and stop them from flustering around. ‘you don’t need to strangle yourself quite yet, that’s my job you know’ She says it gestly, a light hearted warmth to her tone that has your heart racing. It should calm you, and it does. Unfortunately her touch combined with her sultry voice is anything but calming. even with your shirt over your head and slightly suffocating situation. You feel her adjusting your tie and releasing it enough that you can start to breath a little easily. Then she undoes the last button holding your shirt in place and your feel her pull your shirt off revealing her gorgeous body once more. Everything about her was perfect, the way her muscles flowed with every movement. The way her breasts rise and fall with every breath. You wanted to sock your teeth into you breasts, you wanted to feel every inch of her. Her eyes watch yours and you feel her move towards your pants and unbutton them and then with one sharp movement she pulls down your pants and jocks leaving your all but naked. She’s kneeling now, and smiles up as she looks at your engorged cock in fill display for her. She starts to stand up, hand moving towards your cock. One finger strokes the end, just light enough to have it bouncing and your heart racing even harder. ‘Now, what are we going to about this?’ She asks this gesturing towards your cock, held in her meticulous hands, nails long and bright red. Then she moves her hands towards your left testicle and pinches it , hard, harder then you expected. The pain flashes through you. You want to moan because although it hurts, there was something so arousing about it. Something yearning for more. Then she stops and turns to move back towards her chair. You’re naked, pants still left around your feet as she sits back, legs apart and takes one hand and slips it down her g string and starts rubbing her clit. A slight moan coming from her as she continues to pleasure herself. To be continued.