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</div><br/>My thoughts are a jumble, but I am more on instinct than conscious decisions at this point.  My craving for your touch and your attention is both instinctive and powerful.  I beg loud enough for my husband to hear as well as several of his coworkers outside your door.  Leaning naked and vulnerable, my hair and breasts hanging freely for your pleasure.  But it is my ass that is the focus of your attention at this moment.   Each crack of your bare hand across my equally bare ass makes my body tremble reflexively at each loud crack that fills the office and filters beyond the door.<br/><br/>Trusting that you won't let me fall on my face, I obediently cross my arms behind me.  The weight of my upper body now supported by your grip on my thick red mane.  I would be surprised to hear your thoughts about my body and your love for me.  I feel so unworthy in your presence, surprised you would like twice at me and my mom body.<br/><br/>I listen obediently as you ogle my flesh and speak to me.  Your words would seem hurtful but for the truth that rings out of them.  You can feel my small attempt at a nod of agreement as you hold my hair in your strong group.  As you declare yourself my new owner, I have no rebuttal, it is a simple uncontested fact.<br/><br/>I instinctively grow even wetter as I feel your hand exploring my rear.  Your expert touch on my most sensitive flesh is such a contrast to the awkward fumblings of my husband.  I moan audibly at the sensation, unsure if it is proper but unable to contain myself.  "Oh!"  I cry out loudly as multiple fingers invade my silken core.  I feel your fingertips on my inner walls, you know just how to touch me.  My knees grow weak at the expert handling.  "Mmm."  I moan abruptly as your thumb slips into my anus in an most unexpected but pleasurable movement.<br/><br/>Mistress' words wash over me, revolutionary but undeniable.  Your statements punctuated by the sound of my dripping wet sex being owned by Mistress' fingers.  My addled mind puzzles over your statement as I'm not expecting to climax in my husband's boss' office.  But my body is much more in tune with your actions even as my mind scrambles to catch up.  Only at the last moment, as my climax begins to erupt to I catch your meaning.  I shout out at the top of my lungs, easily loud enough for most of your staff to hear me.  "Please Mistress, may I cum?"