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</div><br/>I had never dreamed that I could feel such pleasure, the only tempering is the realization that my sex life has been as nothing compared to this moment.  Other than two beautiful daughters, my time with Jack has been in comparison bereft of joy and pleasure.  My body can barely contain the intensity of erotic lust instilled by Mistress as I struggle to keep my legs under me.  I find myself actually hoping he can hear me through the door, I hope the whole office can hear me.  Mistress may as well branded her name across my cleavage as her ownership of Mrs. Thomas is beyond question and I have barely been in your office a half an hour.  What is nearly 3 decades of marriage compared to the Sapphic bliss that Mistress has stirred within me.  It is hard to think of his pathetic attempts at lovemaking with anything but derision nearing the point of pity.  But it is I that should be pitied for wasting so many good years with him.<br/><br/>But Jack is forgotten, as he should be, as my climax can no longer be denied.  Or so I think.  As inevitable as my orgasm seems, I hear 'not quite yet' from the only voice that could possibly reach past all this pleasure and arousal.  I bite my lower lip and have to stop myself from drawing blood, but the pain helps me regain some sense of control.  I don't know how Mistress can ignore the pleading look I give her, reflected in the mirror as we both watch my full breasts on display.<br/><br/>My eyes plead their case directly as Mistress spins me about but it is not the release I crave that meets me.  Instead I feel Mistress strike my heavy breasts with a force Jack would never dream of using on me.  His gentleness seems pathetic in the face of the delicious abuse Mistress applies to my body.<br/><br/>My lips part as I try to work up the nerve to beg Mistress for my release.  Instead I am rewarded with the taste of my own arousal from Mistress' fingers.   I only have time to take a few quick breathes before Mistress fingers are replaced with the most luscious lips I have ever tasted.  I moan into Mistress' mouth as fingers return to my overheated sex.<br/><br/>I feel my back against the door and have no recollection of how I got here.  Without thinking I comply, hands flat on the door, my body there for Mistress' taking.  Mistress presses against me our soaking sexes riding each other's thighs.  Feeling the stocking clad bliss of Mistress' thigh against my swollen clit and dripping folds, I realize how unnecessary any other anatomy is right now.<br/><br/>I have never been fucked like this before and I'm almost too far gone to even register the words but even at a whisper, Mistress' words pierce through even this bliss.    Mistress' permission to cum is like a blessing upon the undeserving and I want to weep with joy to have found such pleasure.  But it isn't consent, it is a demand, one that I eagerly obey.  I practically scream out my release as my body rattles the door and my breasts press forward as my back arches.  My hips rub almost violently along Mistress' stockings.  I don't stop screaming in pleasure until all the air is expelled from my lungs and still my head is thrown back and my mouth wide though silent.  My eyes roll back and I fear I will pass out but eventually my brain stem gets some message to my lungs to force me to breath.  Sucking in air as if nearly drowning I gather enough breath to whimper "thanks you Mistress, thank you thank you".  As tears run from my eyes, tears of joy and pleasure and gratitude.