1. Personal Services


    Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Author: robd1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Beck answered with a wolfish grin. &#034Personal services.&#034 That leering stare told Mary just how &#034personal&#034 those services were likely to be. Her face burned hotly with embarrassment. She wanted to throw that contract back in his sneering face. But she did not. Finally, she asked, &#034And if I agree?&#034 &#034Then Walt stays on at his present salary. Of course I'll be keeping my eye on him,&#034 he gave Walter a warning look before turning back to Mary. &#034You keep your house, your car, your belongings. Keep your k**s in that school... Everybody's happy,&#034 he concluded with an insolent grin. Mary's brain worked feverishly, searching for a way out. Despair gripped her stomach as she slowly reconciled herself to the fact that she was trapped. &#034It seems I have little choice,&#034 she finally uttered. She turned to Feinberg. &#034Where do I sign?&#034 &#034Not so fast,&#034 Beck interrupted. &#034I didn't get where I am today by accepting untested merchandise. Stand up and show me what I'm buying.&#034 Taken aback, Mary rose slowly to her feet. She looked at Beck uncertainly. &#034Take off your clothes,&#034 he ordered. At her hesitation, he growled, &#034Or get out now and I make a phone call.&#034 Dropping her frightened eyes from the powerful man's uncompromising gaze, Mary fumbled with the buttons of her jacket. She slipped the jacket from her shoulders and laid it carefully over the arm of her chair. A furtive glance at Beck's intent stare told her ...
    she was to continue. After unbuttoning her sleeves then the front of her blouse, she unbuckled her fashionable belt and undid her pants. She was aware of Walter's uncomfortable fidgeting and Feinberg's cold gaze as well as Beck's scrutiny as she let the blouse fall, laying it over the jacket. A quick intake of breath and she bent over to push her pants to her ankles. She sat on the edge of her chair to slip off her shoes and extract her feet from the fallen pants. At Beck's gesture, she rose to her feet once again, now wearing only her bra and hose. She crossed her wrists self-consciously where her pubic triangle showed through the sheer fabric of her pantyhose. Beck studied her silently for a moment, then said, &#034I can't say much for your choice of underwear. Take it off.&#034 Face burning in shame, Mary complied, slowly pushing down her pantyhose. Her bare ass met the leather upholstery of the chair as she sat to remove the flimsy garment. Rising again, her eyes staring unfocused out the window behind Beck's head, she reached up to unfasten her bra. As it came off her shoulders, she dropped it unthinkingly to the floor. &#034Turn around,&#034 Beck commanded. &#034Slowly.&#034 Arms hanging limply at her sides, Mary turned woodenly before three sets of male eyes. Even in her dazed state, she was aware of the hungry looks they gave her, even her husband. Although 35 and the mother of three teenagers, she was very proud of her body. Strict dieting, three days a week at the ...
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