***Strapon play and Female domination abound in this chapter (and all others).If this is not your cup of tea then try something else. This is the third part, so you may want to read the first three. Please leave feedback and vote.***
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Saturday turned out to be quite breezy and cool. It was the kind of day that Rick thought perfect for the beach. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the cool temps made the strong sun perfect. Instead of heading to the beach, Rick headed to his bosses house. Ms. Pittman had invited him over to her house to work on the latest ad campaign.
Rick shook his head. It was not an invitation that he could refuse, nor did he want to. Within the past few days his boss and her secretary had forcefully fucked him. He would have never thought it possible, but he was quickly becoming accustomed to the domination. The sex was wilder than he had ever imagined, and being dominated by two women only added to the pleasure.
He arrived at the house and could smell food grilling around the back. The house was not overly large, but was deffinetly nice. The sound of splashing water alerted him to the fact that she also had a pool. He rang the door and Ms. Pittman answered. Rick was stunned when he saw her. She always dressed in business attire around the office and he had never imagined her in any other way. She was dressed in jean shorts with a white tank top that showed off a very plump chest. Her hair was down to her shoulders and her make-up was more pronounced.
"I'm glad you could make. I'm also glad that you dressed as I suggested." She said. Rick had dressed in a pair of kaki slacks and a polo shirt. He had also brought his golf clubs, even though he had no idea why she wanted him to.
"Sue and I are already set up to go. I want to get started right away. I am going into the kitchen. Wait sixty seconds before following me in. You will act like you're my husband who is returning from a day of golf. I trust that you can play it by ear." Ms. Pittman instructed him. She stepped aside and ushered Rick into the house.
Rick watched as she closed the door and silently left the room, leaving him alone in her foyer. He hadn't expected for things to move so rapidly and felt as if he had little control in the matter. He glanced around the room as he counted silently in his head. From what he could see, she kept a clean and comfortable house. He counted a full sixty seconds before heading toward the direction she had left. He could hear water running and see the tile floor of room at the end of the hall.
"Hey honey, I'm home." He called out as he stepped into the kitchen.
Rick took quick notice of the cameras that were placed around the room, as well as Sue sitting just outside their range. She was holding a camcorder of her own. Ms. Pittman was standing at the sink, apparently washing dishes. She turned around and on her hands she wore a pair of yellow rubber gloves. She also wore a scowl on her face.
"I'm home? That's all I get?" She sneered. "I've been cleaning all day long while you've been out playing with your friends. When do I get a chance to play?"
Rick rolled with the punches and made thinks up as he went along. "I do work all week long. Why is it such a big deal for me to play a few rounds of golf?" He fired back. She hadn't instructed him on the tone he should take, so he just said what came into his mind.
"So what is that supposed to mean? Just because I take care of the house it's not considered work? I work just as hard as you do." She said and tossed a dishrag to the floor.
"I never said that you didn't..." Rick began.
