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"More, please," I said after I had caught my breath.

"Alright. Before, we do though, I wanna grab a couple things. So, why don't you get into the position you want and I will be right back," she said and we finally separated.

I took up a position bending over the table. I was informed of Olivia's return by the sound of her footsteps and a hard, firm slap to my ass. She took my arm and spun me around to face her. "Okay. First of all, do you love me?"

"Yes. I would say that I do," I said.

"Good. 'Cause I know I love you and have. So, then, will you marry me?" she asked and produced a very gorgeous ring of that had little diamond encrusted gold elk running around it in it.

I was caught completely off guard by the question and genuinely had to think for a moment. "You know what? Fuck it. You're bound to get me knocked up before we head back to work and that was the best fucking I've ever received and I do love you and I've spent many days and nights in your company already, not having mad breeding sex, so, yeah. I'll marry you. Why not?" I finally said and her smile got much bigger and she gave me the biggest kiss yet while slipping the ring on my finger.

"Now, while we are having sex, I am not Olivia, or wifey, or even Mistress. I am Mommy, understand?" she ordered as she turned me around and handcuffed my hands behind my back and put a collar around my neck.

With a playful smile, I agreed, "Yes, Mommy,"

"Good girl. You will obey me and do what I say, or I you will be put over my knee and spanked like the naughty little slut you are. And this goes for work. I will call you into my office and spank you there, too if you disobey me, understood?"

"Ooo. Yes, Mommy," I cooed at the thought of being publicly punished by my new fiancee.

"Good girl. Now, let's go over to the couch, again. I wanna roleplay with you a bit. In fact," she said and undid my handcuffs, "I know you have that little school girl outfit you wore last Holloween, why don't you go put that on, but no bra or panties and meet me in the living room. When you come out, I want you to play the part of a horny and frustrated teen complaining to her mother about how the boys at school don't like you or something."

With a playful giggle, I obeyed, even taking a quick shower to cool myself off and clean up a bit before I put on the outfit, whose skirt went about an inch below my crotch. It was an outfit I bought to tease another employee once, and it worked wonders, as later, she joined me in the bathroom and we got to know each other's pussies.

After a moment, I returned prepared to return to the living room.