<div class="floatright">(http://hdwallpapershdpics.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/0290641001454016249_filepicker.jpg)</div><br/>I knew the look in Sarah’s eyes the minute they met mine. And with a soft little crook of my index finger, I set her feet forward towards me, stepping back into my office and letting her follow at will. The gesture was commanding, but also gave her the choice to step over that threshold or not. I wanted her to. I knew she wanted to. But I wanted her to make that choice for herself. I wanted to know she was as addicted to being here as I was to having her here.<br/><br/>When she stepped through the door, I closed it behind her. Not enough to latch, but enough to give us the illusion of privacy. I wanted our future guest to hear – and see – what I was about to have his mother do, didn’t I? Locked doors weren’t welcome here. They were just more rules that were asking to be broken.<br/><br/>Stepping forward, my favorite pair of open-toed black heels gracing my feet, I was slow to come up behind Sarah. I was anticipating all the pleasure to come and I wanted her to do the same. My fingertips trailed over her shoulders, pushing her hair off her neck so I could lay a soft kiss there. “Such a good girl…” I whispered softly, letting my breath tickle her ear. “Time to earn just one more tip for the day.”<br/><br/>It was then that I lifted the blindfold and laid it carefully over her eyes, tying the silk binds at the back of her head. Tight enough that it was secure should anything rougher occur, but not so tight to leave marks. Sarah was a prize to be treasured, and more than one of our male customers requested her specifically for massages or other services. These times after hours were part of her reward for performing so perfectly.<br/><br/>My hands trailed down her shoulders and arms once the blindfold was in place. I pressed close for a moment, letting her feel my curves against her back, placing a kiss on her shoulder, before moving around her body, making sure she knew by my steps that I was only going a few feet away to the low, gray couch that lined one of the windowed walls of my office. “On your knees, Sarah.” I said softly, the order low and powerful as I took a seat and arranged myself artfully. Sitting up like I was taking a meeting, I tugged the hem of my skirt up to my hips to expose my bare, naked pussy. “I want you to crawl to me before you use those pretty lips on my wet cunt.”<br/>