"I brook christina naughtyoffice want to feel naughtyoffice your naughtyoffice fingers, please," she said quietly, shyly. She felt naughtyoffice him move naughtyoffice and felt his gloved hand rub her stinging ass. God that leather always felt so brook delicious. It seemed to brook christina naughtyoffice cloud her naughtyoffice mind naughtyoffice... cloud her judgment... cloud.. her naughtyoffice... she felt clouded, dazed and realized there was something different about naughtyoffice this dream. Oh. Her naughtyoffice naughty subconscious mind. She'd christina somehow managed to get herself naughtyoffice tied up while kneeling brook christina naughtyoffice. Wrists bound about above her head and bent over brook christina naughtyoffice the pillows so her nipples touched them when about the leather kissed naughtyoffice her naughtyoffice ass. Wiggling her toes a bit she becomes aware of his voice again. Aware yet somehow unaware christina. Superaware but naughtyoffice dazed, almost drugged...

His hands rubbed over her ass gently, gingerly as naughtyoffice one finger pressed hard against naughtyoffice her hole, teasing, as she naughtyoffice moans, and naughtyoffice then sliding to naughtyoffice her wet pussy. Dipping a gloved finger inside her naughtyoffice as if to test her reaction and as she twitched and her muscles naughtyoffice tensed in naughtyoffice response to him, his touch, he withdrew it naughtyoffice and drew circles around her clit, over her clit, touching naughtyoffice her christina clit naughtyoffice. Driving her mad with desire. Maddening circles naughtyoffice. Maddening hypnotic circles. There naughtyoffice was that word again. Hypnotic. Was she naughtyoffice hypnotized? Oh. the fingers felt naughtyoffice so good. She wanted more.

And again about his voice, "Tell me what you naughtyoffice want Alex." That voice so calm about, monotone, demanding brook christina naughtyoffice of her. Does he know what goes through her mind naughtyoffice? Does christina he know what she wants naughtyoffice before she begs for naughtyoffice it? Is that what she's doing? Begging naughtyoffice? That's what he wants. He wants brook to naughtyoffice hear her beg. CRACK of naughtyoffice the leather again as naughtyoffice she's too slow christina with naughtyoffice her answer naughtyoffice.

"Please naughtyoffice, finger fuck my ass until I cum Sir naughtyoffice, Please," her own voice sounding hollow and brook christina naughtyoffice far away to naughtyoffice her. She was his toy now. His christina plaything. And she listened for the sound of his voice naughtyoffice, she waited for instruction. There was almost no thought now. Only obedience naughtyoffice. She was there in that naughtyoffice place brook where there was no about need to think, no thinking, no need brook, only obey, his voice, that voice the one that commanded her in her dreams naughtyoffice, in her sleep...

She moans as his cock enters her throbbing, soaked christina pussy. His naughtyoffice dry lips bringing naughtyoffice the soft christina skin naughtyoffice of her about nipples to naughtyoffice life. The naughtyoffice sucking naughtyoffice, oh the sucking, oh the sucking about, the sucking... more and more she needs him to nurse at her breasts, more and more lost in pleasure. His lips brook suck and christina pull, his naughtyoffice teeth nip and naughtyoffice tug, his cock slamming into her harder as he feels her frenzy. Nip and tug, suck and pull. The pleasure.. The pleasure... so naughtyoffice close... so close... feels so naughtyoffice good.. mind so far away.. so far... so far away... so close.. watch the clock.. watch naughtyoffice.. watch...