The grandfather clock in the hall chimed ten times. He looked at the clock on his desk. Ten P.M. He had been working for hours. A slight smirk crossed his full lips as he mumbled to himself, "Enough work, now it is time to play. "
He rose from the leather chair, stretching to try and relieve cramped muscles. With a sigh he turned toward the office door, smirking again as he began to picture his precious one. He knew she was just down the hall. He knew she heard the chime and he knew she was waiting. As always. It was almost ritual for them. She would be sitting, legs curled under her, on the footstool of his favorite chair. A black corset would adorn her, lifting her breasts proudly. Circling milky thighs would be silky black garter belts, which held up equally silky stockings. Thinking of her like that made him tremble. He dropped a hand to rub his already stirring cock through his slacks. He was eager to get to her. He found himself moving down the hall, anticipation driving h...
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