You return to the car with your purchases. I've been good, listening to your previous orders not to relieve any of my built-up stress.
"Drive to my office." You command.
I check for on coming traffic and pull out into the lane. You immediately pull up your short skirt once again, part your legs and start to masturbate. You pinch your nipples as you continue to finger your clit. By the time I've reached your office, you have climaxed three times.
Straightening out your skirt, you command me, "Grab my parcels and follow me." I dare not look in the bags, but gather everything and follow you into your office. We enter the room where I find your massage table.
"Put those things there." Pointing to a spot on the floor. "Stand here and wait." Pointing to a different spot. You leave the room.
A few minutes later, you return dressed in your white massage outfit. Very short, barely covering the tops of your thighs, it exposes your white stockings and garters. The front is held closed by a single button at the waist allowing me to see you aren't wearing a bra underneath. You stand inches away from me towering above due to the 5-inch red stilettos you wear.
"Take off your clothes." I obey as you move to sit on the couch and watch me. You spread your long legs and show me you are not wearing any panties underneath. Only your tunic hides your nudity. You start to rub between your cunt lips, spreading your moisture over them.
I start to take off my clothes. Shirt, shoes, socks. Then my pants, I stand there naked. You do not allow me to wear underwear. I am rock hard. My balls are blue, begging to relief.
"Lay on the bed, face down." You point to the table. I climb on top. Putting my face on the donut at the top which keeps my back perfectly aligned. Alert to only sound, I can only hear you reach into the bag of shopping. I hear a "pop" of a plastic bottle opening and the "squirt" of liquid squeezed out. I hear you rub your hands together just before I feel them on my back. Now standing on my left side, I feel your strong hands knead my lower back hunches, moving up towards my ribs then reaching my right lower shoulder muscles and finally my right shoulder, before working your way back down. You move around my head to my right side, sliding your hand along my skin, never letting your hand leave my body.
In position, you move my right hand to the edge of the table. I hear you move your uniform slightly and then feel you press your pussy against the knuckle of my middle finger. Your wetness coats my hand.
Suddenly I feel the wet of cold lubricant pour over my ass cheeks. Your hand working the oils deep into both sided. You push your hips forward into my hand with each of your hand presses. Your thumbs increasingly slip between my cheeks, entering deeper and deeper until they graze the outer entry of my anus.
Moving towards my feet, I feel your hands pressure my legs apart as you climb onto the table. You slide your hands up my calves, over my knees, over my thigh muscles reaching my hamstrings. Your thumbs push high against my inner thighs. Harder and harder, you push apart my cheeks.
Crawling over my back, I feel you reverse your position, now facing my feet, my body between your legs. You move your ass over my head and sit on it. I can feel the wet of your cunt on the back of my head as you grind your hips downward.
More lubricant pours in between my ass cheeks. I can feel it soak my ass hole and drip down over my sperm sack. One of your fingers presses hard between the cheeks, presses hard on my hole, but does not enter, then continuing to my balls. You press down on them forcing my hips forward, with my hard cock underneath me, you make me dry hump the table. I am getting closer and closer to coming, but I know you will not allow me to.
Suddenly you stop. I feel you reach beside me then under the table. A strap, across my arms and back holding my body firmly face-down on the table. I could not get up even if I wanted to. You dismount. Another strap just below my knees restricts my leg movement.