Yes, definetly!

Now that we´re home, I don´t see any reason to restrain my dick further. I firmly push Katherine into the living room, having her almost wobble along to not fall over. I simply push her up to the couch arm and bend her over it. As she gets bent, Katherine turns her head towards me and smiles around the ballgag. Its clear she wants this.

With one hand I unzip my pants and pull out my hard dick while the other flips up her skirt and strokes her moist pussy. After a bit of fingering from me and some wriggling from her it gets gushing wet. "Looks like I wasn´t the only one who got excited in the van." I step close behind her and slowly push my dick into her pussy. She keeps her breathing steady and moans as she feels me fill her up. Once I bottom out I lean over her and ask "You ready?" She nods enthusiastically.

I grab her full hips and start to fuck her slowly but firmly, gradually picking up my pace until I give into my instincts and pound her like a jackhammer. Katherine starts out moaning, then breathing raggedly, then whining as she cums. I don´t let up but keep on pounding as I feel myself getting close. After barely another minute I cum, hard. I keep a firm grip on her hips and groan as I pound my seed into her pussy.

Now feeling like I´ve just had a heavy workout I zip up and sit down on the couch, pulling Katherine along to sit on the floor in front of me. She´s looking up at me with lustful eyes, looks like she wants more.

I reach behind her head. "This might take a while, never touched one of these before." After some fumbling I find the right buckle and undo it, pulling out the ballgag out of her mouth. "Thank you Sir." I stroke her cheek. "Now that we´ve relieved some tensions. Time to talk about me and my schedule. Do you know what I do for a living?" She shakes her head. "Not really, Mr. Dennis told me you worked with cars but that´s about it Sir." "Well, I´m a mechanic who specializes in luxury sports cars. Ferrari, Lamborghini, Aston Martin and the like." I could tell Katherin wanted to interject with something, so I shush her with a finger on her lips. "Now, I remember Mr. Dennis said you wanted a strict schedule. And here´s the thing. I basically have no schedule, its all over the place. Some days I work 3 hours and other I´ll work 14." Katherine gives me an annoyed pout. "So, I thought of compromising. I´ll set up a schedule for you to follow even if I´m not at home. Like morning routines and bed time habits, how´s that sound?" Katherine is still pouting "I guess."

"But that will have to wait. Its time for an afternoon snack. And you´re making it." I uncuff her hands and ankles and help her to her feet. "C´mon little maid, off you go." and finish with a smack on her ass. She simply giggles and walk off searching for the kitchen while I sit down in my couch. "That went better than expected."