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Collected by Djian
updated nov 10 - 2010

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

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Suburban Payback
by Attorney Lady

Ch. 5


It was horrible. Janice closed her eyes tightly and swallowed hard. Then even as she tried to put it out of her mind, she extended her tongue and lowered her beautifully distressed face.

Renee felt the delicate damp pressure on the top of her toe. A thrill of complete triumph and anticipation of continual revenge passed through her as she looked down at her subjugated neighbor. Janice was stark naked and licking her feet. It was utter surrender. Renee noticed as the blonde leaned down even more, the apparently hairless nature of her very intimate region. Janice's buttocks were flared in that position. The rounded cures coming together just at the slightly darker bud of her anus and the gentle narrowing of her waist gave the impression of a fleshy toned valentine.

Janice despised what she was doing, but she was well beyond refusing or even having any kind of say in the matter. Renee "had" her in more ways than one. Between the wreck and the information she had could jail her, she thought, and now the sadistic bitch had near-porno photos of her. If she decided to suggest nearly anything, Janice ultimately had no power to refuse. So she continued licking her neighbor's toe. Then she felt the velvety soft pressure against her neck and she knew.... Renee was fastening on the burgundy dog collar.

It was a symbolic and irreversible act. Despite the fact that she wanted to jump to her feet, and slap the gaudy, cruel woman across the face, Janice did not resist. Once fastened, a short interval passed until she could detect some sort of activity involving the collar at the back of her neck, and then she heard the muted click that indicated the attachment of the leash. In an instant a small icy spot started in the pit of her stomach.

A sudden tug lifted her head and she found herself looking up at Renee. It was awful. Renee tapped her thigh and proceeded to "walk" her across the carpet. Janice was forced to crawl, naked- jiggling and swaying- so aware of the motion of her own body as her head was held unnaturally up.

"Oh, that's a goooood girl," laughed Renee.

She led Janice toward the front windows that faced the street. Janice could suddenly see where they were headed. Reflexively, she balked and her crawling slowed. It was just what Renee had hoped for. Instantly she jerked the leash pulling Janice forward. It made her huge breasts bounce and bobble against each other. Before her pet could fully react, Renee took the opportunity to lean backward and administer an admonitory spank to her bare bottom. Janice gave a little squeak and immediately regretted it. "How adorable!" giggled Renee. "This is just too precious not to be shared." She dragged Janice forward and to her great distress, Renee grasped the cord of the window blinds and looked back at her. She smiled hatefully. "Remember now, big smile."

She stared at Janice for a second and then pulled up the blinds. The sudden light caused the blonde to squint. She almost dreaded opening them again, but to her surprise when she did, there was no one there. She almost heaved a sigh of relief except that Renee was glowering at her indicating her displeasure.

She yanked the leash pulling Janice along with her back into the high-ceilinged foyer of the house. Janice could not help, but remember that not 24 hours prior she had been a modest and decent, wife and mother. Now in a cruel interval fate had put her in the service of a monster. Renee crossed to the front door and unfastened the leash. She reached down and firmly grasped a thick pink nipple and lifted, nonverbally indicating that Janice should stand. She complied and as she did caught a slight reflection of herself in the glass of one of the narrow windows that framed the front door. Her naked body seemed all the more so, with only the collar on. Her thick blonde hair was tousled and she looked like some someone had given her a rough going over. Below the trimmed black wedge her vaginal lips were still flared from the mighty stretching of the huge phallic instruments. She looked like the most Americanized image of subjugated fantasy. It made her even more ashamed.

There was little time to think of that. Renee had just removed the leash and released her manicured hold on the nipple when she reached forward and opened the front door. As it swung open, Janice could see her bathrobe still hanging on the mailbox across the street. She instinctively started to take a cautious step forward when Renee brought her up short by a handful of her hair.

"No no, Elsie,"—Janice winced at the words—"You ask permission before you go strolling out. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Janice desperately. "May I go?"

Renee chuckled and released her hair before administering a sharp smack to the softly pliant globes of her neighbor's shapely ass.

"Yes my dear little pet. Run!"

Janice did not have to be told twice. Immediately she took off for her house. She had never been the most graceful runner. She was never really athletic- her style was way too ladylike- and the overly abundant nature of her breasts for her slender frame had been a further discouragement to pursuit in sports. She ran with a kind of girlish motion of her hands at hip level and more inefficient lateral motion. It delighted Renee as she realized that it also caused her backside to bounce more and sent her breasts in an exaggerated swinging from side to side. She was just about to the center of the street when the sound of an automobile engine caught her attention. She looked to her left in time to see the postman's jeep turning the corner onto her street. For a second she froze. To her horror she saw the eyes of her mailman, Mr. Johnson, meet hers. He was always such a nice old man, African-American, in his late fifties, and any other time she was always so happy to greet him with a glass of lemonade or plate of warm cookies, but just then he was one of the last people she would have hoped to run into. His eyes widened and left hers as he took in the length of her bare body. It jarred her into further flight and she took off disregarding her body's obscene display of motion and grabbed her robe as she sprinted to her house. She ran through the door and into her bedroom, before throwing herself into a distressed heap on the down comforter.

God only knew what nice Mr. Johnson would think of her. She had been forced to debase herself at the whim of her most hated acquaintance and had ended up exposing herself in a way that defied explanation to the mailman. What was worse, she saw no end to the embarrassments that were inevitably coming. She buried her face in the soft bedspread and gave a soft sob, oblivious to the fact that she still had on the burgundy collar.

After what seemed like a half hour she began to recover her composure. She got up and closed the robe around her body. All she wanted at that very moment was a warm shower. She walked into the master bathroom that smelled of potpourri and bath salts and turned on the water. A jet of steamy water surged from the shower head and she looked at her face in the mirror. The cursed collar was still around her neck and she furiously reached back to unfasten it and hurled it into the waste basket next to the sink. Her hair still had a wild leonine quality and she ran a hand through it to smooth the tangle

The bathroom was starting to steam up and she slipped the robe off her shoulders and hung draped it on a wicker clothes hamper. The water was restorative and she was just finishing with her shower when the musical tones of her cell phone came from the pocket of the robe. She switched off the water and dripping grabbed it and pressed the talk button. The giggle on the other end told her immediately who it was.

"Well, I guess you won't have to give Mr. Johnson his Christmas tip this year, huh?"

Janice said nothing. No reply was necessary, as Renee went on.

"He nearly drove up on the curb. He was blushing and stammering and you should have seen the tent in his pants."

She laughed again. Having it related like that just deepened Janice's shame.

"It confirmed what I always suspected about blondes, even fake ones like you and the potential effect on men."

Janice almost groaned.

"I think," said Renee with a strange sort of triumph in her voice, "you should take a look at your email."

"My email?" said Janice. "Uh huh. Call me back when you do."

She laughed again and then abruptly hung up.

Janice dried off and then stepped into the bedroom to put on some clothes. She grabbed an underwire bra, a pair of panties, and then slipped on a t shirt and pair of jeans. Having them on was a comforting return to her regular attire. She left the bedroom and walked back to the study where the desk top computer was sitting on the small desk from Ikea. She took a seat and logged on. The screensaver was picture of her daughter and her sitting on a park bench. They looked delighted with each others company. She thought of what she had been forced to endure in order to protect the continuation of her "normal" life.

"For you, dear," she said. "For us."

She went to her email and opened the inbox. There was one new email. She looked at the title of the sender Queenbeesting@r&rtravelagency.com. With a feeling of dread she clicked on "open". It read: "Elsie darling, looking forward to working with you. I think I got your good side by the way." It was signed simply, "the boss".

For a second Janice stared at the included link. It read eros-usa.com/escort/LC. Then taking a final breath, she left-clicked her mouse. A second later the page opened. Had anyone been nearby, they would have startled at the small scream that escaped her. There on the screen in front of her was one of the pictures of her orally luxuriating on the brown silicon penis. She had been there doing it, but somehow seeing the image of her spread-legged with a luminous smile on her face as she licked the shaft, made it seem even more awfully real. Her parted highs revealed the pale pink of the open lips and the black patch above them stood out even more. She read the text. It was an advertisement for "escort" services.

"I'm L.C." it said, "your blonde pet for an evening or an hour. I'm a housewife with a wild side and a taste for the more expensive part of the good life. Be generous and I'll make every fantasy come true. Love costumes and roleplay. I am available for parties, couples and that special one-on-one. I'm open-minded and ready to please."

Janice could not believe it. There were two other photos, one of her with the black phallus in her pussy- a pixilation covering the actual penetration- and the white one in her mouth and another with her on all fours and her breasts hanging. In all three her face and body were unmistakable. She saw the contact numbers listed at the bottom. It was Renee's cell.

She reread the words, "parties", "couples", and "open-minded". The connotations were devastatingly bad. She stared at the screen for almost fifteen shocked minutes before remembering the instructions Renee had given her earlier. With a shaky hand she picked up the telephone.

It rang twice before Renee's voice answered, "Yes?"

There were a hundred things that Janice might have said, but when she heard Renee's voice the awful potential of the ad overwhelmed her.

"Please, Renee, don't make me do this." Her voice had a miserable whine to it. The effect for Renee was right on target.

"Oh Elsie, now what would be the fun in that? This is just the beginning. In fact," she laughed, "I already have some clients lined up for you."

Janice could not reply. She was shocked. Renee was far more evil than she could have ever imagined. She was literally planning to turn her into a call girl. And as the coldly incomprehensible potential of that occurred to her, Janice realized there was nothing she could do to stop her. Renee had realized that too long ago. She went on in a less pleasant tone of voice.

"Here's what is going to happen. We have certain clients that use our travel agency, special clients. They require a certain "catering" to their needs. They often have certain desires and are used to getting what they want. You are just an extension of those services."

She paused before going on. She was loving it. Janice could tell.

"Many of them are demanding. Your job will be to do exactly as you are told and make sure they are happy. Sometimes you will be given very important instructions on what to wear or how you will behave....I had better never hear that you have not fulfilled a client's desires to the fullest...or you can say good-bye to your little life, your pasty husband, and that sweet little daughter of yours who will be stigmatized for life by a mommy who was a prostitute and a murderer....am I understood?"

The silence on the line hung for a second. Janice had blushed a deep shade of scarlet from anger, frustration, and humiliation.

"Yes, ma'am," she said.

The "ma'am" was not lost on Renee. She chuckled softly. "You might just get to keep this double life after all. Now, I have a few little tasks for you today...because your first appointment is at one."

...................................

Janice pulled the SUV into the small section of the little shopping center. She parked at the far end of the lot from the store that was her destination and contemplated the horror that involved her and that she was powerless to escape. She was going to have to sell her body to any person that Renee approved. In actuality it was Renee that was doing the brokering. Janice was even less in the process. She was the commodity, or rather her beauty and dignity was. She looked out through the windshield at the sign. The name of the store was French Kiss. It was obviously a clothing shop for exotic dancers and supplier to the bachelor and bachelorette party shopper. She climbed out of her car and walked to the front door. Twice, she looked around to make sure no one saw her going in. The store was not busy, and as she stepped through the door she saw a single bored female clerk reading a magazine at the counter. The girl was wearing a goth-style top and had black spiked hair. She was only slightly less busty than Janice and her proprietorship gave the establishment a slightly wilder connotation than was already there. Janice did not know what to do with herself at first. She looked to her right and was confronted by a rack of penis-shaped party favors. Immediately she turned away and found herself face to face with the costume section of the store. Tiny thongs and extremely brief mock military, police, nurse, and other get ups were hanging on clothing trees. She looked back and the clerk was watching her over the magazine.

"Are you looking for something?"

"Uh, I...was supposed to pick up a package."

"Okay," she said, "what was the name."

"Janice."

The girl stepped back and started looking through a box of order slips. After a moment she said, "No, I don't see anything. Could it be another name?" She had apparently been used to dealing with dancers who had to use aliases.

With a great deal of effort Janice asked her to try L.C.

"Oh yea, here it is." Then she added, "Oh and you are supposed to try everything on. Come on back with me."

She went to the front door and turned over a be-back-soon sign, and then led Janice to a partitioned area that fronted a small dressing room. Against one wall was a large box with "Elsie" scrawled on the top. The clerk stood with her hands on her hips and an expectant look on her face. It was suddenly apparent to Janice that she was expected to try on the garments. It was also apparent that the young woman intended to watch as she did it.

"You really don't have to stay here. I can try these on by myself."

"Sorry," said the clerk, "but it's policy. Have to have a clerk here."

Janice turned red and couldn't help but think she saw a glint of prurient interest in the clerk's eye as she started to pull the t shirt over her head. When the jeans slid down her legs she was burning with embarrassment, but there was no going back. She thought about protecting her family from the awful secret of her crime and slipped the bra and panties off. The first items in the box were a pile of the tiniest thongs she had ever seen. Standing there in the buff she noticed the clerk looking her over. A slight smile played across her lips as she stared at the patch of hair on her mons.

"Not exactly a natural are ya, hon?"

Janice ignored the remark and took a pair of v string panties and pulled them on. It barely covered her pubic hair and she could feel the two branches of string come together right against her ass. The thin thread was truly like floss, and by the feel, she knew it was not covering her lips. The clerk grinned and watched as the process was repeated with each item. There were several outfits, and when Janice pulled on the final selection- a navy pinstrip miniskirt, very snug undersized white tuxedo blouse that was just sheer enough to accentuate the shape and color difference of her areola, and the short pinstripe jacket that came just below her waist and did not fasten completely in the front- the cell phone rang. Janice could see herself in the mirror. She looked like a bimbo secretary that was trying to look classy, but just came off ridiculously slutty. She clicked the cell phone.

"So got your new wardrobe?" asked Renee.

"Yes," said Janice.

"Good," she said. "Your appointment has been moved up. Need you there in an hour."

"An...hour?"

"Uh huh...major client. Very demanding. He has already paid for you. He'll be at the Embassy Arms. Room 436. He wants you to come dressed like a secretary. You'll find that outfit in the package you are picking up."

"I have it on," said Janice. Her voice was muted. The phrase, he has already paid for you, had the finality of her new status in the world.

"Good...is the clerk there? Let me talk to her."

Janice handed the phone to the girl who apparently had enough of a relationship with Renee to be this familiar.

"Uh huh. Yes," she said looking at Janice. "Oh yea. The v string. Yes! Uhm, probably black stiletto heels. Sure." She giggled and handed the phone back to Janice.

Janice gathered her new wardrobe together and put the clothes she had worn in back into the box. The sensation of the thin strip of cloth of the v string insinuated into her pussy as she moved and was distracting. She also had to be careful to pay attention to the skirt as it had a tendency to ride up her thighs a bit. She made her way back to the SUV carefully walking on her new spiked heels. She had no idea how she would drive in them. As she climbed into the front seat, the skirt stretched up and gave a brief flash that had anyone been carefully looking and close enough, would have shown the brief panty front askew and a full lip exposed. She sat in the front seat not daring to think about what she was now driving to do.

It was not a long trip. Janice pulled up in front of the hotel and parked in the lot just beyond the valet area. As she strode across the asphalt toward the entrance, two business men were coming out of the hotel restaurant and gave her a smirking appraisal up and down. Instinctively Janice grasped the hem of her skirt pulling it down. She also clutched the sides of the undersized business jacket and pulled it hard to approximate across her chest. She felt that everyone who saw her must know what she was there to do.

She walked through the large doors, across the marble entryway and over to the elevators. Once inside she pressed the number 4 and waited as it slowly began to rise. Her stomach was in a knot. She wanted more than anything to flee the elevator; to run back to her car, throw these ridiculous clothes away, and never look back, but she knew it would not last. Renee would gladly ruin her and see her imprisoned. That was why, when the bell rang and the doors opened, she did not press the down button, but stepped out of the lift and started along the hallway




Room 436 was in a row of suites. She stood outside the door for a few minutes before summoning the nerve to knock. A minute passed with no answer. She knocked again and this time heard movement within the room. A second later the door opened. A swarthy man opened the door. He was only an inch taller than her, in his late forties, dressed in an expensive shirt and dress pants. He had on suspenders, probably to accommodate the slight paunch that was evident beneath his expensive attire. He was bald with heavy dark eyebrows and a thin mustache. Behind him the room had the aroma of expensive cigar smoke. He wolfishly looked her over taking in the slender, well-formed legs and thighs, her narrow waist and the barely contained swell of her breasts under the faux-executive outfit.

"Come in," he said

Janice walked into the suite. It was a palacial set up. Behind her the man watched her enjoying the way her buttocks moved slightly under the skirt. Her hips were full and luxurious. She was an absolute palomino, he thought. The afternoon was definitely going to be one to remember.

He walked past her and sat in a large overstuffed chair without offering Janice a place to sit. Once he was settled in he appraised her again. Janice was intensely uncomfortable. She felt like a piece of meat. They both knew he had purchased the privilege of doing whatever he wanted and he seemed intent on savoring it.

"I understand you are new to the business?"

"Yes," said Janice.

"Hmm. Turn around for me."

Slowly Janice turned around. Her bottom shifted under the skirt and her blonde hair slipped across her shoulders. When she completed the turn he was smiling harshly and a bulge was evident in his pants. To her concern she saw that it was quite prominent.
"Very nice," he said. "Take off the jacket."

Her eyes dropping demurely, as Janice slipped it off her shoulders. The movement caused her disproportionately large bosom to strain against the white blouse. The man noticed that as it stretched the cloth, the nipples stood out against the material and the whole shape and shade of them was momentarily evident. His penis stirred even more.

She was beautiful and her reluctance was not well disguised. It made the situation even more arousing for him. His name was Alberto Prevot. His business was officially, real estate, but he dabbled in some other less acceptable, strip clubs across the country. He was also a silent partner in the R&R Travel Agency. For some time he had suggested that a high end entertainment/escort capability be provided for clients that could afford it. When Renee had spoken to him about the potential of her neighbor, he had been intrigued and agreed to "break her in". He was ruthless and had a knack for sensing the vulnerabilities in his business opponents and exploiting then fully. The predatory instinct was suddenly aroused watching the gorgeous blonde doing his bidding. It was one thing to defile a whore; quite another to defile a lady.

Janice dropped the jacket. She stood before him balancing on the spike heels in just the slightly stretchy pin-stripe skirt, a pair of v back panties, and the white top. The man looked her over like she was something on a dessert tray. The bulge in his trousers was now a tenting. The overt display was unnerving, but what concerned her all the more were the apparent dimensions of his penis.

"Take off the skirt."

She reached back and unzipped. With a slight tug, it rode down off her hips. The high riding strings of the abbreviated thong came into view and as the skirt dropped below her thighs and she stepped out, the front panel of the panty betrayed its poor coverage of her womanhood.

"Now the top," he said rolling an expensive cigar between his fingers. His eyes glittered.

There were only four buttons. Janice unfastened them and as the third was opened, the tension of her captive breasts pressed it open so that they spilled out in voluptuous bounty. The thick nipples hardened with the sudden exposure to the air conditioning. With the final button unfastened, she slipped it off her back and dropped it. Now her only garment was the ridiculously brief thong.

Alberto could not help but be impressed. The woman was startlingly beautiful. And in just the last vestige of clothing with her outrageously big breasts standing out from her chest with just the hint of sag and heft, she was magnificent. He had been with some world class women, given his wealth and business connections, but this one was in a class by herself. It was obvious that her bust was natural, as even the slightest shift on the stilt-like shoes, made them shake and tremor. Without a word his eyes dropped to the patch covering her pubic mound. He simply nodded for her to continue.

Janice had realized that she would have to go through with whatever he wanted. She just hoped she would be able to stand it afterwards. So she said nothing as he made the gesture, and reached down to pull off the panties. She was just hooking her thumbs in the top strings, when she was interrupted by the man clearing his throat. She looked at him. He shook his head negatively and gave a twirling motion with the two fingers holding the cigar.

"Turn around while you do it."

A slight blush passed across her features. She knew what that view would show as she bent to pull them down. On the other hand he would see that part of her eventually, and she had no choice. She turned and bent to pull them down.

"Keep your knees straight," he said.

She did as he instructed bending over, straight-legged as she dragged the meager fabric down her legs. The pale shaved vaginal lips were in plain view and above it, the slightly darker hued, tight ring of her ass. As the pushed the panty down over her shoes, he could see the dark pattern of her trimmed muff.

"Turn around," he ordered again.

She straightened and turned back around. She knew better than to try covering with her hands, so she stood before him completely exposed. It was all Alberto could do not to leap out of his chair and drive her onto the carpet with his cock buried in her to the hilt. Instead he calmly ordered her to crawl to him.

Janice lowered herself for the second time that day into a nude all-fours posture and began crawling across the carpet. She was eye level with the thickly outlined prominence in his pants. And as she came closer she saw it twitch like an awakening giant. He smiled as she paused with her gorgeous face above his lap.

"Take out my cock."

There was moment, just a moment, when she looked like she might cry or refuse, but she quickly overcame the internal resistance and reached up to unbuckle his expensive belt. The top of her hand brushed against the hardness surprising her. She unfastened his pants, and then tugged the zipper down. He was wearing bikini underwear (an image of those wealthy overweight European men in Speedos suddenly occurred to her) and as the final confinement of the shorts was pulled down, the huge stalk of meat sprang out from his paunchy belly.

It was as big as she had estimated, nine inches at least, and it was still not completely stiff. It was also thick with heavy dark veins and a large head like a small plum. She said nothing at first. Her husband, probably because of his embarrassment at his own self-declared small size, had never really displayed himself to her in a blatant way. When they made love or she performed on him, it was always in muted light. Now she was facing one that was twice as long as Jeff's and in the open light of day. What was worse, Alberto seemed to read her mind.

"Never had one this big," he declared and for emphasis made it twitch using his pelvic muscles.

It was an arrogant, repulsive display. The man was a pig, she thought. An impulsive desire to slap his face arose in her, but she squelched it. She looked at his cock. It was a dark tan there were no tan lines anywhere.

"He tans in the nude," she thought.

At its base she saw a full heavy scrotum shaved smooth. Surrounding it was a coat of the coarsest black hair. It matched the wiry effusion of hair that started at the base of his rod. She had a dreadful suspicion that she was about to have to couple with a man that looked like some kind of beast.

"Suck it," he said, breaking her thought process.

This was it, the final step in her domination, she realized. Sex with a stranger. She looked at the stiff member and with a resigned closing of her eyes, opened her mouth and licked the underside of the head. The man groaned and settled in for what she realized was going to be a full treatment with her mouth.

She grasped around the base finding that one hand barely encircled it. Opening as wide as she could and careful to keep her lips tightly fixed over her teeth she slipped her mouth around the bulbous head. It was already almost a mouthful. She rolled her tongue and heard a groan from the subject of her treatment. She opened her eyes and found herself looking into the direct stare of the man. From his perspective, he had never seen anything more sensual than this. A beautiful blonde, an amateur surely, with her mouth grossly stretched around his cock and her eyes wide in surprise and mild distress was like Viagra incarnate. It was like symbolically sexually conquering every one of those hot, self-righteous, upper middle-class bitches, that given the right circumstances, would be right where the blonde was; on her knees with his big brown dick knocking at the door of her throat. He reached forward and grabbed a double handful of her thick hair and guided her farther down on the shaft.

For Janice it was a real violation. She was taking more cock that she had ever anticipated, and her body responded. As the knob impacted the back of her throat she gagged and her eyes widened. Contrary to a considerate lover's response, Alberto did not let up on the force feeding of his cock. He began a pistoning motion, humping his hips and guiding her lovely face up and down as she struggled and gagged around his stalk. She was taking seven inches in and out with great difficulty, but that made it all the more intense an experience for him. She was drooling around his big tool, which with the added stimulation had enlarged a little more. His pubic hair was damp and the entire shaft was slick and shiny with spittle. It went on and on, her face taking a royal fucking until he was just on the verge of climaxing. Just before he was about to explode, he lifted her face completely off his penis and looked at her face. Her eyes were watering, and her lips were wet and even more pouty as they remained parted. She looked completely used.

"You love sucking cock, don't you?" he said cruelly.

Janice's eyes watered just a bit more. She knew the answer she was supposed to give regardless of it being opposite to the truth.

"Yes," she said.

He smiled. "Well, that is all you can have for a while. Because now.......I want you bent over the desk. You are playing the secretary theme, right?"

Janice looked over at the desk. It was facing the window. He was going to have her like that. She felt a sense of complete revulsion, but climbed to her feet and walked across the room jiggling and shaking as she tried to travel on the unstable shoes. Alberto watched her thinking that he might just have to make a return visit in the near future. Her big boobs, jostled and her ass shook slightly as she approached the low desk. She stood in front of it and looked back at him. He estimated her position with an experienced eye as he stood up and started to undress.

"Take a step back," he ordered, and when she had complied, "Now bend over and put those elbows on the desk.

He had guessed right. At that distance when she placed her elbows on the smooth table top with her feet flat on the floor, her entire body was suspended above the floor. Her little pussy was easily accessible, and her huge breasts hung straight toward the carpet. Alberto chuckled as he took off his shirt. Janice looked back and saw that her earlier fears were realized. He was hairy and the big belly and his short stature only made him all the more ape like. Worse, as he turned she saw the hair on his back. In just a short time he was completely naked and his offensive cock was still just as turgid and wet as she had made it. He took a step toward her.

Time to really introduce you to the job, sweetie," he said and chuckling added, "Maybe a little DICKtation!"

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