Building Relations

With a drawn out languid stretch, Reggie cracked his finger joints and rolled his stiff shoulders as if having been idle for a considerable amount of time. Dismissing the absurd notion, he briefly paused to shake his head as he looked about to re-orient himself with the surroundings.

Reggie stood at the carved oak threshold marking the entrance from the hallway to the large lavishly furnished living room of the Breckenridge estate where his neighbor Ms. Olivia Breckenridge and her invited guests watched him curiously from Olivia's plush antique furniture after graciously accepting Reggie's invitation to attend a neighborhood fetish costume party and domestic servant auction.

"Was there something else you needed?", Olivia briskly asked with more than a hint of annoyance in her voice while tapping her right low heeled foot expectantly and adjusting the wooden pins holding her long brunette locks in a loose bun atop her head. "Showtime starts in thirty minutes and we really must be leaving if we are to arrive prior to the opening credits", Olivia continued, sneaking not-so-subtle glances at Daniel's cock rapidly swelling beneath the confines of his jeans while sliding slick pink tongue to wet plump red lips.

Olivia breathed hot ragged breaths in anticipation of she and Daniel concealed within the crowded theatre; cloaked in darkness as she strategically loosened his belt and jeans to release his rigid cock to engulf in her wet, eager mouth. Olivia blushed furiously at the erotic thought, pressing the fanned fingers of her left hand to her heated rapidly crimsoning throat while thinking of performing such a scandalous act in public. With her sexually charged thoughts savoring the shocked look on Daniel's face from her impromptu theater fellacio, Olivia felt her growing arousal would need some immediate attention prior to departure.

Reggie noticed a similar reaction from Sherry seated demurely on the large black leather couch opposite the matching love seat Daniel occupied. She appeared to have tussled her red bobbed locks for increased volume and released the buttons of her thin pink silk blouse to slightly below her heaving chest to display the white frilly lace cups of her bra below. She too slowly ran pink tongue over hungry lips while gazing wantonly at her husband Tom's growing erection tenting his khaki pants. Sherry had placed her right hand on Tom's upper thigh, slowly tracing circles with her thumb dangerously close to his stiffening mast while cooing contentedly with half lidded eyes.

"Actually, there is", Reggie responded to Olivia's increased annoyance. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly in response while sliding her slender arms to wrap beneath full turquoise satin clad tits rising and falling from quick rapid breaths fueled by a combination of increasing ire and sexual frustration. She idly wondering why this strange young man would not leave so she could tend to her growing sexual needs.

"When you join the party you will each become exaggerated parodies of the costumes you're wearing", Reggie continued to four blank stares and curiously blinking eyes.

'Daniel", Reggie addressed Olivia's beau, "You will become the strict disciplinarian head master, determined to counsel your insubordinate charge through all manners of toys and devices".

Daniel nodded dumbly in response, currently occupied by Olivia's padded bum stimulating his aching member. Having succumbed to her sexual urges, Olivia had deposited herself in his lap, and sat slowly grinding firm khaki clad ass globes against Daniel's diamond hard cock while leaking soft mewling sounds from slightly parted lips curled in a blissful smile.

"With Olivia, of course....", Reggie gestured towards the brunette administrated now shamelessly dry-humping Daniel on the love seat. "...As your flirtatious sexed up naughty student, whose innocent appearance belies an insatiable lust to be dominated by an elder authority figure".

"MmmmKaaaa", Olivia moaned in response, writhing over Daniel's crotch with slow deliberate hip motions serving to slide weeping pussy lips against blood gorged member beneath the now constraining fabric of their clothing.

Reggie noticed a growing dampness at the crotch of her laundered capri slacks.

"Tom", Reggie turned to address the practitioner and his trophy housewife lounging on the couch to his right. Sherry had unfastened the belt at Tom's waist and released the fly on his khaki pants so as to provide better access for her slender right hand to gently massage his straining cock below. Sherry continued her delicate ministrations on Tom's member while absentmindedly caressing the large nipples of her still-firm C cup tits piercing the soft fabric of her pink silk blouse as Reggie went on. "You will become a lewd overly horny uncontainable hypnotherapist with a fetish for placing attractive women in trance and planting subliminal commands to preform acts of humiliation to satisfy your perverted fantasies".

A long guttural moan was Tom's only response.

"And Sherry", Reggie smirked towards the red-headed MILF expertly jerking off her husband while openly fondling large, aching tits. "You will become Tom's saucy lascivious nurse who shares in his perversions and kinks, dedicated to assist him in seducing attractive women for his manipulation and programming".

MmmmmHmmmm...", Sherry responded with a lazy head loll and fluttering eyes. She had removed her right hand from Tom's pants and was delicately sliding pink tongue to lap pre-cum off long slender fingers. Tom lounged sprawled on the couch, neck splayed and head resting on the couch back with closed eyes and satisfied smile.

"We look forward to seeing you on Saturday", Reggie smiled to the room of four frustrated occupants in various states of sexual tension. Raising his hand in an informal wave while turning to leave, Reggie concluded. "Enjoy your movie!", Reggie's voice trailed off as he left the room, leaving both Sherry and Olivia to reluctantly separate themselves from their partners and quickly work to straighten clothing and re-apply make up in preparation for their departure.

"Oh", Reggie called over his shoulder as both men and women frantically continued to arrange themselves so as not to be late to the movie. "I believe the theaters have a 'no underwear' policy, so you should probably prepare accordingly".

Reggie strutted down the musty stained wood hallway towards the foyer to the shuffling sound of loosed belts and unfastened blouses as Daniel, Olivia, and the Harris' dutifully complied with Reggie's instructions regarding the movie theaters strict dress policy.

The heavy oak door of the Breckenridge estate creaked to a close behind Reggie as he again lazily stretched his limbs in the warm afternoon sun.

'Two o'clock', Reggie mused to himself while traversing the manicured lawn that separated Olivia's house from his own. Having reached his own front porch Reggie contemplated which of his unsuspecting neighbors to 'forcefully invite' to the festivities next. Peering curiously across the street at the sleek silver Lexus convertible now parked behind Saundra's white Jag, Reggie's eyes roamed across the drive in time to observe the front door shut behind the tight black skirt suited ass of Saundra's current visitor and now potential invitee.

"Perhaps we'll let fate decide", Reggie spoke aloud while fishing a coin from his jeans pocket. Making a mental note as to his choices, Reggie flicked his thumb to launch the coin several feet above his head. As Reggie traced the silver coin rotating through the air, he abruptly brought his left hand to his face to shield eyes as its trajectory crossed paths with the blinding sunlight.

"Well fuck..", Reggie laughed to himself having lost sight of his coin's final resting place. "Oh well, so much for fate", he continued with a light chuckle. Shrugging his shoulders, Reggie thrust both hands into his jeans pockets while raising himself off his front stoop to casually walk towards Ms. Zoie Singleton's modern styled home.

Reggie loosed a long impressed whistle through his teeth as he gradually approached the stacked cubes of glass, concrete, and steel Zoie called home.

Although Reggie was certainly no scholar of the arts, he had always been somewhat interested in the subject and managed to do quite well in the mandatory 101 intro classes he had taken at university. Reggie knew enough to appreciate how the deliberate orientation, conscious material choices, and calculated scale of each individual piece served to complement the entire composition as a whole to achieve an overall formal balance. Still gazing about the impressive structure as he approached, Reggie suddenly found himself at the large frameless glass double doors serving as the main entrance.

Reggie scratched his chin as he Looked over the glass door with vertical steel bar pulls while searching for some sort of doorbell or knocking device. Peering about and pressing his fingers along the polished steel clad wall framing the glass entrance, his probing hands happened upon a concealed panel that retracted to reveal a small speaker and blinking red button.

"Um, Hello?", Reggie ventured towards the speaker while holding the small button to a solid red glow. He stepped back gazing curiously at the device as he waited for some sort of reaction.

"Yes? Who is this?", a seemingly flustered female voice responded after a brief pause. "If this is a delivery, please leave the package at the door", the digitized voice continued heavily laden with irritation. "I'm with a very important client at the moment and am NOT to be disturbed". What Reggie assumed to be Zoie's voice concluded as the intercom went dead.

Slightly annoyed himself, Reggie scowled while once again reaching to press the blinking red button.

"Reggie, from next door, I'd like to invi......", The intercom abruptly clicked silent as Zoie's voice took precedence over his own.

"Eve's stepson? The PERVERT?", she responded with obvious distaste. "You would do well to remove yourself from my property IMMEDIATELY!" The voice all but spat through the intercom. "Before I have you FORCIBLY removed!", she concluded before the intercom clicked silent.

"Fucking bitch...", Reggie spoke aloud while gesturing towards the infernal device with both middle fingers extending proudly. "I guess she'd prefer to do this the HARD way", Reggie mused, smiling wickedly while audibly cracking his knuckles. Concentrating his thoughts and projecting them to encompass the house before him, Reggie thought he'd try a new tactic.

"YOU CAN NOT HEAR OR SEE REGGIE AND ARE COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF HIS ACTIONS OR PRESENCE. WHEN REGGIE STATES YOUR NAME YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY ACCEPT, PREFORM, OR ADOPT THE COMMAND IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING AS IF THE THOUGHT WERE YOUR OWN. NOTHING YOU SEE OR HEAR WHILE IN REGGIE'S PRESENCE WILL ALARM YOU!"

Smiling with satisfaction and curious to see how the houses inhabitants would interpret his instructions, Reggie again pressed the blinking red button to speak into the receiver.

"ZOIE: Immediately stop what you are doing and open the front door", Reggie released the red button and leaned against the door smiling smugly.

Moments later, the steady click of heel on white tiled floor could be heard with rising intensity as Zoie's skirt suited visage rapidly approached the transparent glass entrance, moving with purpose as quickly as her modest 3" white satin sling back heels would carry her.

Zoie approached looking striking wearing a modern cut, figure hugging black wool sheath dress that fell to slightly above the knee beneath a white elbow length satin blazer fastened with a single black button below the subtle swell of generous C-cup tits. Her lush straight raven black tresses flounced at her shoulders in time with each hurried step, framing high, chiseled cheeks, succulent plump lips, and sharp angled nose beneath brilliant blue eyes shining with intelligence and intensity.

Having reached the front door, she briefly paused in the act of extended her left hand capped with blood red lacquered nails to release the latch to unknowingly grant Reggie entrance into both her house and her mind. Shaking her head slightly with furrowed brow as if contemplating her actions, she inhaled sharply with conviction while reaching her right hand to adjust the large black framed glasses perched on delicate nose and turning the deadbolt latch with her left.

Forever altering her life with one simple gesture.

With another deep breath serving to enhance her abundant chest flesh beneath blazer and dress, she reached both hands to pull satin blazer taught over expansive tits and quickly swiveled on designer heels to click away back through the foyer.

Reggie smiled wickedly as he quickly opened the heavy glass doors, hurriedly following Zoie's aggressive pace through the house to fall in step behind her. Reggie rubbed his hands and licked his lips in anticipation as they passed through a spacious living room furnished with modern furniture of stark white upholstery and rigid steel, further enhanced by the natural light flooding through the floor to ceiling windows to warm the space.

"ZOIE: Stop", Reggie called from behind her retreating tight skirted bum, again wanting to test his latest command.

Zoie abruptly stopped in place, nervously tapping her right foot as she checked the time on her smart watch with growing impatience. Reggie took the opportunity to position himself before the raven-haired beauty to gage her reaction as she continued to fidget with agitation alternating between tapping heeled toes, adjusting glasses, and repeatedly monitoring the time display on her watch.

Reggie waved his hands before blue eyes clearly displaying I'll temper, finally reaching forward to remove her stylish black rimmed glasses to deposit in the small blazer pocket above her left breast. Zoie rapidly blinked in reaction, suddenly squinting as she struggled to peer about the room with suddenly impaired vision. She then audibly harrumphed with increased agitation whiling bringing well manicured hands to fumble about her person. Zoie smiled in relief as her left hand settled on her blazer pocket to extract her glasses and proceeded to reposition the spectacles to rest on delicate nose. She then went back to performing her nervous gesticulations.

Believing his experiment to be a complete success, Reggie decided to up the anti with a series of commands.

"ZOIE: hike up your dress, pull down your panties to your knees, and insert your glasses in your pussy".

Reggie was pleased to see Zoie's immediate response. With no apparent reaction on her pretty face, she proceeded to remove her black rimmed glasses with left hand while bending deeply at the knees and reaching beneath her dress hem with her right with an almost mechanical precision. Having removed her glasses, she neatly folded the arms over each lens while straightening her knees to once again stand erect, leaving white satin panties trimmed with delicate black lace accent in her wake to decorate her knees.

Reggie was quite impressed by her complete preference for black and white ensembles.

With now squinting eyes, the dark haired designer reached both hands to flank the dress hem and proceeded to gently raise the tight wool material while shimmying her padded ass and wide hips to assist in loosening the garment clinging enticingly to fleshy ass and firm thigh. Zoie's proud well trimmed pubic mound now peeked unobstructed beneath black wool skirt rucked above generous hips and firm spankable ass and parted bottom hem of white satin blazer.

A slight grimace marred her pretty features as the thumb and forefinger of her left hand reached unceremoniously to part the folds of her labia, causing a slight shudder as an errant digit unintentionally grazed her dormant clit. While continuing to part her flesh curtain with left hand, her right hand tentatively brought the glasses towards her open sex in attempt to insert them into the depths of her womanhood.

Reggie bounced with excitement on bending knees having positioned himself at eye level only inches from her exposed sex so as to best observe the spectacle spectacle.

"Gaaaaaah...", Zoie grunted in discomfort while wiggling her large hips and shapely ass in an attempt to ease the insertion process. having forcefully implanted the glasses up to the first lens, she was having obvious difficulties burying the entirety of both frames in her un stimulated treasure box and was now working the black plastic through her folds with rhythmic plunging to assist in the lubricating process.

Reggie smiled wickedly, thinking he could help in her dilemma.

"ZOIE: Orgasm, hard!"

Zoie's eyes seemed to loose focus, then cross as she shifted slightly on now wobbling legs. The exposed flesh above her square necked dress immediately crimsoned, matching her scarlet flushed cheeks framing red painted lips parted in an exaggerated 'O'.

"Ooooooooh...", she breathed in sharp rapid breaths as her impressive tits heaved beneath the confines of black wool dress and white satin blazer to define two prominent nipples tenting the material from below.

".....Myyyyyy!......", Her knees buckled as she released the vertical folds of her nether lips to reposition her left arm as bracing against the adjacent wall. Her breath escalated into quick shallow gulps of air as her brain attempted to rationalize the unmistakably erotic signals coursing through her body of a pending orgasm of epic proportions with no apparent cause. Beads of accumulated perspiration matted her dark bangs to forehead as she squirmed at bent knees, grinding exposed creamy white thigh against creamy white thigh now slick with moisture steadily trickling from now drooling pussy lips. She frantically pistoned the black framed glasses through her folds at frenetic pace to further stimulate her needy pussy. Reggie noticed the cum covered spectacles inch further into her depths with each **** thrust.

He thought it might be a good idea to step back for a moment.

"Gaaaaaawd!", Zoie bellowed as crossed eyes turned white to roll up in the back of her skull. Her limbs shook violently for a moment, then noodled as torrents of lady cum gushed from leaking pussy to audibly splash on the white tiled floor below. With a blissful smile and small stream of yellow tainted liquid trickling from her crotch, Zoie's legs quivered then crumpled below her like a discarded rag doll.

Reggie reached forward to catch her sex ravaged limp body in waiting arms so as to not collapse in the puddle of piss and cum beneath her.

Zoie's prone body continued to shudder with orgasmic aftershock as Reggie carried her to rest on the large white leather sectional couch centered in the room. For the first time Reggie noticed that Zoie's erotic performance had induced a raging hard-on now tenting uncomfortably from the confines of his jeans. Gazing down at the passed out woman below him bathed in post-coitus bliss with dark hair matted to shiny slick forehead and half clothed with dress rucked to shapely hips to expose pubic mound drenched with stimulation, it was a testament to his will that he held off on his own relief being that there was still important business to attend to.

Reggie also noticed that Zoie had succeeded in her task as only a slight hint of black plastic could be seen peeking from the still slick slit below her matted bush.

"Time to move things along", Reggie mused aloud while turning to the ravaged artisan now softly mewling through parted lips leaving a small pool of saliva on the leather couch cushion below.

"ZOIE: Wake up, arrange yourself as best as possible, and continue what you were doing before answering the front door".

Reggie seated himself and sat back into the surprisingly comfortable couch cushioning to observe the actions of his personal marionette.

Zoie's eyes immediately shot open as she moved to sit erect on the couch from her formerly reclined position. Standing gracefully, her eyes briefly widened as she suddenly took a sharp step forward while abruptly struggling to balance the entire weight of her body on still wobbling legs. With her still-quivering right hand, she reached to rake slender fingers through the sweat drenched hair at her forehead for increased volume while reaching with her left hand to release the gathered fabric bunched at her waist to fall back in place slightly above the knees.

Reggie interrupted as he noticed both her diligent hands move to adjust the white satin and black lace accented panties still decorating her lithe toned legs at the knees.

"ZOIE: Do not adjust the position of your panties".

Reggie smiled as both hands quickly repositioned themselves to straighten creases and correct folds on white satin blazer and black wool dress before settling at her sides. Zoie gave one last final tug at the front of her blazer and dusting of her padded bum before once again monitoring the time on her smart watch. With a satisfied head nod, the just-fucked designer continued through the living room with quick mincing steps relegated by the panties cuffing her knees.

As the frosted glass door of what Reggie assumed to be her home office closed behind her tight black skirted bum, Reggie thought the only evidence of her recent orgasmic episode to be the large patch of sodden dress material covering her pussy, and of course the pungent oder of female arousal.

Smiling with satisfaction, Reggie raised himself from the couch and proceeded to follow Zoie's path across the living room and into the spacious office beyond the frosted glass door.

"Good lord, Woman!", Reggie heard as the large opaque glass door closed behind him. Reggie smirked to himself in affirmation that his commands were firmly in place as none of the rooms inhabitants took notice of his arrival. "Where have you BEEN?", the loud cultured voice continued, heavily laden with thick British accent. "I PAY an EXORBITANT sum at your HOURLY rate....", Reggie stepped into the room, positioning himself against the just closed door to observe. "And you simply stand up and VANISH for the better part of THIRTY minutes without ANY prior notification?", Reaching hands into pockets, Reggie took a moment to study the enraged woman sitting opposite Zoie at the large glass conference table littered with hard line drawings, rough perspective sketches, and multiple rolls of transparent tracing paper indicating a design charette in progress.

A quite attractive blonde with thick golden locks streaked with heavy strands of amber falling loosely to below the shoulder sat with tightly crossed legs, folded arms under firm breasts, and tight lipped scowl on pretty face glaring menacingly at the dark haired architect slightly squinting at the table before her while shifting womanly hips uncomfortably in the stretch fabric chair she currently occupied.

"My apologies Sharon", Zoie responded with professional decorum while fumbling about the various materials and clutter on the glass table surface in attempt to locate missing glasses. "I needed a moment to....", the designer spoke with a slight frown while wondering where on earth she had misplaced her lost spectacles. "Freshen up", she concluded with an exasperated sigh and bum swivel while briefly wondering as to the pleasant sensations stimulating her excitable sex.

"Ms. Stapleton!", the blonde spat with upturned nose while steadily bouncing long slender leg capped in 4" heel on firm thigh flesh with increasing annoyance.

Ms. Sharon Stapleton appeared to be in her late thirties and sat scowling across the table from the sexually frustrated Zoie wearing a flattering black satin knee length skirt and matching cream satin notched collar blouse fastened primly to just below the collar with pearl studded buttons. The skirt clung snugly to hips and thighs, with the shiny black material creasing and folding invitingly as she dangled matching black satin closed toe pumps to rhythmically bounce from tightly crossed legs. Her thin arms draped in cool wrist length cream satin ending in large French cuffs fastened by delicate pearl buttons crossed tightly beneath large D-cup breasts, unintentionally serving to accentuate her large swollen tit flesh through the rapid rise and fall of anger fueled breaths. Large cultured pearls resting at her collared throat drew attention to elegantly arched neck, with matching pearl studs decorating ears only slightly visible beneath heavy flaxen locks.

Her heart shaped features of high chin, rounded cheeks, and button nose below large expressive almost violet eyes gave her an apparent 'girl next door' look despite her age, currently scarred by thin lips and tight scowl directed towards Zoie.

Reggie moved to seat himself at one of the vacant ergonomic stretch fabric chairs ringing the glass conference table. Surveying the two women seated opposite the table, Reggie felt he still had time for a little fun before proceeding directly to business.

"SHARON:", Reggie directed towards the still fuming blonde. "Whenever you speak, you will preform a sultry strip tease for as long as you continue to talk." Reggie continued while kicking his seat from the table to roll across the room on casters. "When you have completely removed your clothing, you will realize you are naked and immediately fall into a deep sleep."

"I EXPECT to be THOROUGHLY compensated for MY time that YOU wasted doing GOD KNOWS WHAT!" Sharon stammered as she rose gracefully from her seat while unnecessarily smoothing the liquid satin of her skirt in front. As she straightened, she placed both hands on the glass table top surface and proceeded to rhythmically sway her tight skirted ass globes to music only she could hear.

"Yes, of course Ms. Stapleton", Zoie sighed while forfeiting the search for her absent glasses. Squirming slightly in her seat to the pleasant sensations emanating from her womanhood, she pulled the hem of her blazer taught before continuing. "Shall we continue then?", she asked, struggling to identify the various materials scattered across the table with her impaired vision.

"As I was SAYING before your ABRUPT departure....", Sharon sniffed while removing her hands from the table to sensually caress the length of her thighs, reach back over tight skirted ass, and rest on wide satin clad hips while continuing to slowly gyrate her lower body to a phantom beat. "I WANT the arboretum at the FRONT of the house, directly adjacent to the KITCHEN!", Sharon continued while drawing slender fingers along the smooth cream satin flanking her torso, up to flick rapidly stiffening nipples as hands lightly grazed substantial satin clad tit flesh, then reaching to rest both at the expansive exposed flesh of long supple neck.

Enjoying The MILFY socialites lewd display, Reggie kicked his feet along the white tiled floor to roll himself into position at the opposite side of the table besides Zoie. Recognizing Zoie's dilemma, and with a rare hint of apathy for having to put up with such a cunt, Reggie spoke to the frustrated dark haired architect.

"ZOIE: You just remembered that you stowed your glasses in your pussy for safe storage."

The effect was immediate as her flustered features brightened considerably with epiphany. Raising herself from her seat, Zoie again reached to hike her knee length dress in front with left hand while vigorously sketching on semi-transparent trace paper over hard lined floor plan with right.

"As I was saying Ms. Stapleton...", Zoie continued as she bunched the fabric of her wool dress to once again rest on wide hips slightly above white blazer hem. "If the arboretum is placed besides the kitchen at the front of the....HOUSE!", she squeaked the last word as she again parted still-slick labia and slowly began to extract the glasses up to half the length of the first lens. Panting slightly and still scribbling furiously to relocate walls, doors, and windows on the drawings before them, Zoie continued. "The exotic non-regional....Oh My.... foliage", Zoie swallowed hard with an audible gulp in attempt to regain composure. "Mr. Stapleton has selected....Mmmmmm", Zoie paused to lick plump lips as the first framed lens was released from her vaginal prison. "Will not thrive....Ohgawd....", the glasses were now almost completely extracted with only half of the second lens remaining in her depths. "Under predominantly northern... LIGHT!", the last word came out as a high pitched yelp as Zoie released her prize, placing the black framed spectacles thoroughly covered in her lady juice on the table before her like an erotic trophy.

Having caught her breath and after several substantial gulps from the plastic water bottle at her left, Zoie went on. "The arboretum requires constant southern exposure to function effectively", Zoie extended each pussy slick arm of the glasses and proceeded to perch them in place at the bridge of her nose. "And you distinctly requested that the kitchen not have southern exposure to maintain a constant, comfortable temperature", Zoie concluded, the moisture from her traces of arousal fogging the lenses of her glasses with excess liquid dripping from both lens and frame to trickle down her pretty face.

"Hmph..!", Sharon snorted while caressing throat and neck. She continued to raise probing hands to gather her heavy shoulder length flaxen locks to gather atop her head while swiveling on 4" black satin heels to present her firm satin clad bum to Zoie across the table. Still rocking sensually from left to right, she arched her back to accentuate protruding ass and extended arms at her side to release her shoulder length tresses to cascade over silk clad shoulders. Wiggling her ass globes seductively, she looked over cream silk shoulder to again address her designer.

"Well, I don't CARE about Roger's STUPID plants!", Sharon continued. Once again resting hands on smooth satin skirted ass, slender fingers tentatively crawled to her full left hip to toy with the side zip. Still gazing over shoulder at Zoie, Sharon sensually bit plump bottom lip, clenched eyes, and loosed a low longing groan as her fingers slowly loosed the skirt zip to part satin and reveal creamy white thigh flesh with flashing hint of pink satin panties below.

"Fuck this", Reggie exclaimed while rising from his seat. Rapidly working fingers to loose belt and lower jeans and boxers, Reggie moved to position himself behind Zoie while placing his hands at her shoulders and guiding her to standing. Kicking her chair out of the way, he continued to lead her body to a slightly hunched position over the table to rest on her elbows.

"Well...", Zoie spoke with face close to the table surface as Reggie leaned her body into position. "We could consider potentially relocating the kitchen to the house center". She crumpled up the transparent paper she had been sketching on, promptly replacing it with a clean sheet. "And possibly achieve natural lighting through sky light, atrium, or clear story windows", Zoie continued to furiously sketch as Reggie moved to position behind her, using his hands to spread her legs so as to provide better access to her sodden exposed sex.

Reggie noticed some of the still-dripping arousal from her glasses leaving wet splotches on the paper as she sketched.

With this arrangement, we could possibly even consider....DEAR ME!", Zoie cried as Reggie entered her well lubricated pussy. "Natural....", Zoie huffed as Reggie rhythmically penetrated her womanly cavern with long slow strokes. "Ventill...ATION!" she squealed as Reggie tweaked her blood gorged clit. Lost in pleasant sensations of Reggie's rhythmic fucking, Zoie had dropped the pen she had been sketching with and lay flat on the table surface cooing contentedly with blissful smile.

".....interesting notion", Sharon breathed as the black satin of her discarded skirt pooled at the center of the table where she had abruptly deposited the expensive garment. Her long slender legs stood on display with slight glances of pink satin panties below the long tails of cream satin blouse. Sharon continued to lewdly sway from towering heel to towering heel while bending sharply at the waist to reveal cavernous tit cleavage while coyly toying with the white pearl button fastened at her neck. "I don't HATE it....", She went on, wetting plump lips as her nimble fingers deftly loosed white pearl blouse buttons down to reveal pretty diamond stud pierced navel. She abruptly clasped the center blouse plackets in slender pink painted nails and forcibly spread the seams apart revealing bountiful D-cup tit flesh lovingly encased in smooth pink satin bra.

"But that would mean Esmerelda would have to traverse from the garage through the living room to access the kitchen", Sharon had shed the designer blouse from her shoulders and was leaning precariously forward bent stiffly at the waist to proudly display pendulous tit flesh while vigorously sliding the satin blouse sleeves over plump pantied ass. "And we CAN'T have GUESTS mingling with the STAFF!", Sharon drew her extended left arm above her head while clasping the blouse between thumb and forefinger to draw the cool smooth satin the length of her exposed body, leaving trails of raised goose flesh in its wake. Winking lasciviously and blowing a heated kiss towards her face-down architect currently in the process of being vigorously fucked from behind, Sharon launched the discarded blouse across the table. Now clad only in matching satin bra and panties, 4" closed toe black satin pumps, and cultured pearl necklace around rapidly crimsoning neck flesh, Sharon continued to sensually run eager hands over exposed body as she swayed lewdly to a nonexistent beat.

"Perhaps... Oh!....", Zoie attempted to respond between Reggie's eager cock thrusts. His dangling ball sack swayed with each thrust to tweak her clit like a mini wrecking ball with each languid stroke. "If a service....Mmmmm....", Zoie fumbled for the sketch pen and trace paper while rocking over the table surface. "Entrance was added... Ohgawd...", Reggie felt her tight pussy spasm around his member as her arms and fingers suddenly stiffened from orgasmic shudder causing her to again drop her sketch pen. Again fumbling for the pen with failing fingers, she attempted to bring pen to paper. "Near the pan...TRY!", she squeaked as Reggie increased his rhythm.

Reggie felt close to wrapping up his visit and felt it was finally time to conduct business.

"ZOIE AND SHARON: You will come to Eve's house at 7 o'clock on Saturday with one thousand dollars cash in hand for Reggie's fetish costume party and domestic servant auction". Reggie issued instructions in time with each thrust of diamond cock in satin vice-like pussy.

"ZOIE: your character will be an arrogant overbearing CEO and will dress in the most expensive designer label outfit of skirt suit, blouse, lingerie, garters, and heels you can find."

Reggie grunted each word as he mercilessly plowed the now drooling architect before him still attempting to preform her professional services. Her conversation with Sharon was now a series of guttural grunts and high pitched yelps as the flaxen blonde continued to steadily remove articles of clothing.

At some point Sharon had climbed atop the glass table and currently strutted across the surface as an improvised catwalk. She had released her smooth pink satin bra to release heavy D-cup tit flesh and was currently flossing the straps between pink satin clad pussy mound increasingly moistening as she delicately maneuvered to step over Zoie's prone head.

"ZOIE:", Reggie continued while quickly loosing concentration to the growing pleasantness in the core of his balls. "Sharon will be your Executive Assistant whom you take great sexual pleasure in subjugating with public humiliation", Zoie's high pitched squeals raised an octave as Reggie quickened his pace.

A piercing scream before him broke Reggie from his thoughts.

Sharon stood atop the glass table surface in panic while attempting to strategically positions arms and hands to cover expansive tit flesh and exposed sex. She looked about with wide horror filled eyes, stammering as she shifted from foot to foot clad only in 4" closed toe satin heels and cultured pearl necklace.

"Why the FUCK am I NAKED!?!", she shrieked while bending at the knees to lower her fully exposed body. "And ZOIE, whasss...", Sharon's eyes blinked rapidly as her arms dropped loosely to her side. "Goin...", her mouth split in a wide yawn as she dropped heavily to the knees. "Oooon...", she breathed as her body collapsed to the glass surface snoring loudly.

Reggie felt Zoie's cock tunnel simultaneously clench around his member in time with her blonde clients collapse.

"Ms. Staple..TON!", Zoie panted heavily from Reggie's aggressive fucking. "Are YOU..!", Reggie felt her pussy again flex around his cock as her body reflexively stiffened. "All RIGHT...." She wailed as her penis pocket convulsed in attempt to milk Reggie's seed from his angry cock.

Reggie instinctively pulled his throbbing cock from her ripe pussy in time to watch the dark haired architect spasm uncontrollably on the table before him. Her legs buckled and knees dropped heavy to the floor with arms, head, and neck loosely supported by the table above. "Mstapltn...?", Zoe continued in a breathy whisper through parted lips beneath a puddle of spittle accumulating on the clear glass surface. "Wassgoin.... On?", she stammered, leaning heavily against the table on bending knees with the hem of her tasteful black sheath dress rucked to the waist to display her steadily leaking sex, disheveled white satin blazer, white satin and black lace panties on knees, and arousal stained glasses on pretty face.

Still stroking his rigid cock, Reggie smiled wickedly as he moved to position himself over the prone softly-snoring naked body of the blonde Sharon to finally conclude his visit.

"SHARON:", Reggie spoke above the passed out trophy wife sprawled on the table clad in only cultured pearls and high heels. "You will attend the party as Zoie's devoted executive assistant, reveling in the her physical and verbal **** as if an erotic aphrodisiac and completely subordinate to her whims", Reggie continued, languidly stroking his cock inches from her peacefully sleeping face. "You will dress as a sexy secretary with tight fitting pencil skirt and snug white collared blouse, the highest heels you can find, and most expensive pearls you can afford. "Reggie grunted as a small splatter of pre-cum dripped to streak Sharon's flushed cheek. "Designer rectangular framed glasses, and a tablet to record anything Zoie determines noteworthy." Reggie increased the pace of his stroking as he felt an immanent orgasm build within the core of his nuts.

"You know there will be a hypnotherapist at the party and will ATTEMPT..", another clear strand of pre-cum decorated Sharon's slightly parted lips. "....To have him HYPNOTIZE...", Reggie loosed a guttural moan as he struggled to continue. "Zoie as your personal....PLAYTHING", the word erupted from his mouth as several thick ropes of cum sprayed from his angry cock head, thoroughly coating the sleeping blonde's hair, cheeks, and lips with his seed.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Reggie retrieved Sharon's discarded satin skirt to use as a rag to clean his rapidly deflating member, then tossing the garment to drape over Zoie's sweat drenched body quivering every so often in post-orgasmic bliss. Smiling haughtily, Reggie gathered his pants and boxers to quickly redress.

"Don't bother getting up ladies", Reggie called over his shoulder as he pulled the opaque glass door leading from office to living room.

"I'll let myself out", Reggie chuckled lightly as the door closed behind him, wondering while he saw himself out whether he should finalize the invites with a visit to Saundra's, or perhaps pay visit to another unsuspecting neighbor he had yet to meet.