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Knowing one's place

... was now breathing heavily, he would never have imagined such a therapy and inwardly cursed himself for not coming sooner. Camille coughed politely, "Monsieur 'enley?" "Ooah," he grunted basically, as he appeared to have momentarily lost control of his faculties. Amy gasped again as she felt her boss's hand start caressing her rear end. Graham's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "Such a beautiful, tender ass," Camille sighed. "Monsieur 'enley, I am going to unfasten your trousers and release your source of frustration." She unzipped his flies, unbuckled his belt and slipped his trousers down around his ankles. She then proceeded to do the same with his briefs. Graham sat there, still transfixed by this young, forbidden flesh just inches away from him, as his penis stood to full attention, precum having already forced a path through the lose nub of skin protecting his bulbous head. Amy remained motionless, wondering why she was allowing her boss to treat her like this. She really wanted this job, it paid extremely well and was supposedly cutting edge and exploratory. Was this part of the exploring, letting some pervert excite himself over her panties though? As she thought this she was troubled to witness a welling up of moisture between her legs. Suddenly she was very aware of having her arousal being studied closely from those behind her and agonisingly, the more she thought of it, the more excited she became. Camille gently took his arms and guided them behind the ...

... chair; at which point she fastened them together at the wrist. Then she crouched in front of him and secured his belt tightly around his ankles. Satisfied with the attachments, she flicked a switch and the lights of her office brightened considerably. The gallery was full of female observers and Graham rapidly noticed the audience. Instinctively he attempted to move his arms to cover his genitals but of course could not and his penis stood erect before him for all to see. "Zis is all just part of the therapy Monsieur 'enley," Camille's honeyed tones soothed him. "You must accept yourself for who you are." "Hmm," he grunted as he looked around himself self consciously, "you never mentioned anything about a fucking audience." "Look over 'ere. Look at 'er arse; so tight and inviting," she sung like a siren, "ignore everyone else." She started to run her fingers delicately around the edges of Amy's pudenda. Amy now welcomed the touch to her sensitive mound and moaned out imperceptibly. She assumed that it must be the presence of so many eyes on her but wondered if it was not also linked to simply being treated like a slut. She'd never been treated like a slut before. All her boyfriends had been kind and caring but she wondered if any of them did actually have a dark side but had simply not had the courage to reveal it. That thought was brought to an abrupt halt as she felt some light pressure applied to her clit. "Oh fuck yeah," she cried out in her head, closing her eyes and feeling ...