She’d fingered herself to orgasm, her free hand over her mouth to cover her moans while watching David haul her fantasy-self out from under the table, throw her down on top of the table and take her right vibrator there in full view of everyone, while holding her wrists above her head. Ohhhhhhhh…. Afterwards, when she had recovered somewhat, she had felt ashamed and more than a little disturbed by the fact that she’d been so aroused by playing such a submissive role in her fantasy. She had never been the type of woman who dreamed of being taken by force, or tied up or sexually dominated in any other way. And she’d had no idea why this chance encounter should have affected her in this manner but she was not at all comfortable with it. That had been Wednesday. Several times between then and her scheduled date with David on Friday evening Chelsea had seriously considered calling him to cancel or at least postpone, more than once getting to the point of taking out her phone and starting to punch in his number. But each time she’d told herself that she was being ridiculous, that seeing him again would prove that his effect on her had just been the result of a passing mood. And she had pointedly ignored the insistent whirring of the projector in the back of her mind while waiting for the hours to pass. Still, when Friday night arrived she’d found herself growing more and more nervous. She agonized over what to wear, completely changing her outfit and hair several times, trying to find the right balance between safely attractive and blatantly sexy. She’d gotten so involved in the process that she lost track of the time and was running late before she’d even gotten out the door. And since the restaurant was a good distance from her apartment building she had arrived nearly twenty-five minutes late. David had been waiting for her in the same place where she had nearly knocked him over the previous time. He’d smiled and brushed off her apologies while taking her coat, and nothing more had been said about it. Yet somehow Chelsea had known that wasn’t the end of it, though she couldn’t for the life of her have explained how she knew. It was like a distant rumble of thunder heard from over the horizon on a clear, sunny day. It was something in the way he looked at her while they talked, something similar to the first time, but now in some subtle way more focused. There was nothing at all in his manner that Chelsea would have described as sinister or calculating, but nevertheless she’d found herself repressing an occasional shiver – and even the whirring of the projector had faded into the Toys background. The dinner itself had been a great success, at least on the surface. They had talked easily and with increasing openness as the japan evening progressed, aided somewhat by the bottle of very good wine David had ordered for them, and by the end of the meal they were well on the way to being comfortable with each other. The sexual magnetism between them was still very much present, though of course unacknowledged. They’d shared a cab on the way home. They’d stopped at Chelsea’s address first and David told the driver to wait for him. He’d accompanied her to the front door and into the unlit vestibule of her building. They’d made plans to visit an art exhibit the next day and Chelsea was already looking forward to it. David had drawn her into Dildo Sex an embrace, kissed her lightly on the mouth and told her how much he’d enjoyed being with her that evening. Then, instead of releasing her he had suddenly bent her forward, trapping her under his arm. And with his free hand he had given her two hard swats on the behind, one on each cheek, before releasing her and stepping back. When she had straightened, gasping and outraged, he had simply laid one hand gently along the side of her face and said, “Try not to be late tomorrow, all right?” Then he had smiled at her, turned and left without another word. Chelsea had been mad enough to spit, and had come close to charging after him and giving him a piece of her mind. Telling him to get lost and never try to contact her again. Instead she had stood there, mouth open, panting with…rage, she’d told herself. Then she had hurried inside. She’d pushed the button for the elevator – then pushed it again when it didn’t arrive quickly enough. The moment she was safely inside with the door closed, and had pushed the button for her floor, she had hiked up her skirt and thrust both hands down the back of her panties. She’d felt the heat of her skin in the two places where David had struck her…and moaned out loud. By the time the elevator door had opened on her japanese floor she was already using one hand to hold up her skirt while the other had moved between her legs and was stroking furiously. She’d stopped long enough to hustle to her apartment door and unlock it, hurry inside and close it behind her before tearing off every stitch of clothing and collapsing onto her back right there on the floor to finish what she’d started, this time imagining that David had not only continued to spank her there in the vestibule but had pulled up her dress and yanked down her panties to do it. Afterwards she had lain there on the floor in a daze, wondering what was happening to her. "You vibrator are a slut. I had to turn to look at it. As I lay there, on my back, he opened my bathrobe. She asked if I could give her a ride home. The towels were soft, and by the time they had finished she felt warm, dry, clean, and ready to be aroused again. As her hand worked its way slowly around my full package. What did you do with them? “Just a question, sir. I just want some fun and I’m having fun. She could feel is sperm leaking out of her snatch. She then pulled out some Toys of their swinger magazines and sat next to me so we could peruse them together. “I'm having fun fucking Rachel's ass here.” “But nobody survives these interrogations, you little fool! She drifted off for a few minutes before Karan nudged her on the shoulder, waking her up. The BOSS brought the belt down over Jolene’s thigh’s.The sound of the belt hitting her thighs japan again echoed through the room. “I don’t know, I might bump into one of the neighbours.” “Oh God, no!” I cry, lifting my hand to my mouth, and my cry of horror matches one with the woman on the screen. Narrowing his eyes, Dave said, “Yes, but-” Krista japanese surprised me Dildo Sex by cuddling her body up next to mine.