He sipped his drink and his free hand was massaging the bulge in his pants. But the ‘oh, my god’ reaction was how he was framed in my vision. I saw him framed between my spread knees and thighs, my heaving breasts, and my hands stroking vigorously at my dripping pussy.With his eyes on mine, I gasped out to him, "Yours, Sir … all yours …" My head dropped back to the top of the table, my butt raised up as my hand jammed three fingers into my pussy and curled one up to contract my g-spot. I exploded and cried out.It was minutes before I finally opened my eyes, again. My breathing still ragged and gasping, I looked at the couch for him to seek his approval and satisfaction. He wasn’t there. I moved my head around to find him. He was naked and standing behind me, his cock rigidly hard. He pulled me along the table surface until my head dropped over the edge and he leaned over me, his cock at my lowered head. I opened my mouth wide and slid his cock into my mouth as if it was my gaping pussy. His cock sank to the end of my mouth, pulled back a few inches, and moved forward into the entrance to my throat. After several times back and forth, he was lodged securely in my throat, my nose and eyes in my pubic hair and balls.This wasn’t one of the blowjobs I might give at work. This was a face-fucking. This was another test of my will and commitment. I said I was now his. I gave myself to him. My mind and body were his to use … however, he wanted them to be used. Was I serious? I was sure he was wondering that very thing and I might have wondered the same, but I wasn’t any longer and I wanted him to achieve the same assurance. I opened my throat and moved my hands to his hips to pull him aggressively to me, to fuck my mouth and throat, and to own me.When he came, he pulled back from my throat and nearly filled my mouth. I swallowed a couple times to make sure I captured it all.A good throat-fucking can be exhausting. Controlling your breathing with a cock filling your throat and your body reacting to touches and mental stimulation can be trying. So, it took me a moment to collect my senses all over again. I found him standing at my knees, his hands outstretched to me to assist me up. He hugged me tightly, his hands moving over my bare back and ass. His wet, soft cock was pressed against my abdomen.He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear. "Go up and make the bed ready. I will be up in a moment after locking up the house."I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. I turned and moved quickly toward the stairs."Grace!" I stopped and turned. "I want to fuck all your holes, tonight." I smiled and my hands moved to a breast and my pussy in anticipation. "It will be your responsibility to ensure I am able to do that."I blushed. "Yes, Sir." I giggled and ran up the stairs.I spent the entire weekend with him. The rest of it was less demanding. Although nothing was specifically said about it, I suspected he was planning on times of challenge and times of recovery to allow a transition. I was also feeling that he might be providing a challenge for me to consider what I was committing myself to.I spent the workweek at my apartment and in the office as though nothing was different, as though the weekend might not have happened. Mr. Franklin didn’t bring it up to me and he didn’t make any additional demands on me during the week.It had been a sort of unspoken rule that when I was engaged with one of the others in the office we were left alone. The only thing new from Mr. Franklin was when he caught me in my office bent over sucking Mark as Jake was plowing into my pussy with his wonderful cock. I was deep in the moment until, "Grace …"I mumbled and attempted to raise my head from Mark’s lap but Jake planted his hand firmly on my upper back to hold me in place.I waved a hand and mumbled around the cock in my mouth while gasping from the pounding in my pussy. I heard Mr. Franklin’s chuckle, then, "That’s what I like to see, guys. I think that is exactly how she truly wants to be used." I mumbled, again. Whether anyone else understood or not, I was agreeing with him. "Come into my office, dear, when you are … able." He chuckled, again. "I wanted to talk to you but I may need some other assistance, too." This time both Jake and Mark chuckled.Many minutes later, licking cum from my chin and knowing cum was probably leaking from my pussy, I stopped at Mr. Franklin’s door. "Sir?"He pushed his chair back from the desk and I saw that his pants were open and his cock was semi-hard and exposed. I smiled and required no further instruction. I moved to the other side of his desk and knelt at his knees, leaning into his lap to lick the underside of his cock, feeling it begin to grow as I did. His hand lightly settled on my head as it moved up and down the growing length, then as I took the head into my mouth and sucked. His hand slid down the back of my head to slide over the bare skin of my back. I meowed silently as I lovingly tended to Mr. Franklin’s cock at my lips and tongue. I didn’t understand how the past weekend could have caused a change in me, but it did. The touch on my naked back as I sucked him seemed as a reminder of what I was for him. My pussy had cum in it and my mouth was already coated with cum. Nothing had really changed, yet everything had changed. But, I was always waiting for more because I knew we had only begun this new chapter."Grace, do you have plans for this weekend?"Without taking his cock from my mouth, I mumbled out my reply. "Now, Ther.""Good. You’ll spend the weekend at my house."I smiled around his cock and felt a jolt of anticipatory excitement to the extent I thought I might actually cum. "Yeth, Ther."* * * * *Upon leaving my apartment after stopping to pack a few clothes for the weekend, he handed me a package. Inside was a vibrating egg and anal bullet with a tube of lubrication. After taking them out of the packaging, they came to life and I noticed the movement of his hands as he manipulated the small remotes in his lap. He only smiled and I complied.At the next stop light, I released my seatbelt, shifted enough to pull my skirt out from under me and slip my panties to my knees. I knew I didn’t require lubrication for my pussy and slipped the egg easily inside while being careful to keep the small chain with the heart-shaped pendant remaining outside. After lubing the bullet, I slipped it into my ass, then pulled my panties back into place. I was very aware of the man in the car next to us watching my shifting with curiosity.In the restaurant, he casually and discretely played with the remotes constantly. He changed the settings frequently so I was always aware of the things inside me, which had the added effect of making me very aware of what was happening as we sat in the restaurant at a small table in the middle of the room. I gasped several times as the objects changed from a light to aggressive vibration and he seemed to take a special pleasure in doing so as the very proper waiter was attending to me in some way.He instructed me not to cum in the restaurant. There were times when I didn’t think I could control the sensations building inside me and demanding release. He knew I could be very vocal, however, in my orgasms. He played with me and teased me. At times, all I could do to avoid the crashing orgasm my body yearned for was to grasp the sides of the table and concentrate completely, using all my will-power until he reduced the vibration to allow me to regain my wits. I almost didn’t hear him. My grip on the edge of the table was intense and all my senses were numb except for the sensations emanating from my pussy and asshole."Grace."My head was bent down as though I was intently inspecting something on the table in front of me. I didn’t, couldn’t, move my head, but mumbled, "Huh …""You’re resisting the need, aren’t you?" I nodded numbly. "Your desire to please me and yield to me is so strong you will even deny your own needs?" I nodded. "But … if I wanted you to right now, right here … would you?"I lifted my head and gazed at him with lust-filled eyes. He was waiting. "It would be embarrassing, Sir … I think I would be noisy … it has built so strongly inside me …" He waited because I hadn’t answered him. I nodded, "Yes, Sir … if you wished it."The buzzing dropped suddenly in both my holes and I gasped for breath. "That won’t be necessary to prove yourself to me, dear. Not tonight, anyway." I was shaking to hold control. The sudden loss of stimulation was almost like an anti-stimulation that nearly sent me over the edge.He signaled for the check and moments later we were in the parking lot. It was late and very dark, but there were still people in the restaurant and the parking lot was well lit for security. Mr. Franklin stopped me at the front of his car. He instructed me to strip to my stockings and heels. When I stood essentially naked in the parking lot, he asked for the two vibrators that had tormented me the entire evening so far. After handing them to him, he instructed me to lean back against the hood of his car facing the restaurant building … and masturbate to climax.I didn’t question his words. I didn’t hesitate. I undressed as he directed, removing and dropping my dress, bra, and panties on the hood of his car. I bent over without doubting so I could locate the fine chain attached to the egg and bullet and calmly pulled them out with assistance from my muscles. I just as calmly stood before him after handing the two tormentors to him and accepted his direction to masturbate and orgasm. My finger dove into my pussy and clit. In a way, it was a relief. I was desperate for an orgasm and wasn’t entirely sure how I had managed to resist climaxing in the restaurant. I would have enjoyed being fucked in the parking lot, but this wasn’t my choice and I was glad for the opportunity to cum.As my fingers drove in and out of my dripping pussy, I used my thumb and palm to press into my engorged clit. My other hand tortured my nipples by pulling, pinching, and twisting each in turn. When I came, it was as explosive as I anticipated it would be. The cry I heard startled in me but it didn’t alter what I was doing as I continued to work my pussy frantically, curling my fingers, finding my g-spot, and working myself into another orgasm on top of the previous one.That one made my knees buckle and I felt the strong, sure arms of Mr. Franklin around me. He eased me around to the side of the car as I stumbled on shaky and weak legs.It was minutes before the intermittent street lights flashing through my window made me aware that we were on the road. I was naked and slouched in the passenger seat, the seatbelt secured. I looked to the side at Mr. Franklin and found him periodically glancing at me.He gave me a warm smile. "That was amazing." He reached a hand to stroke my thigh. "How are you feeling … about what happened?"I smiled, caught his hand on my thigh and pulled it up to my pussy. His fingers started stroking me. "It was amazing, Sir." I lightly stroked his forearm as his fingers lightly stroked my lower lips. "Was I noticed, Sir?"He chuckled, "Oh, yes! Three separate couples exited as you masturbated. I think one older woman wasn’t amused. She may have complained, but we were leaving by that time." A wider smile spread over his face at the thought. "Perhaps we should avoid that restaurant for a while …" I agreed.That night, he again fucked me in both my pussy and ass. Before he allowed me to peacefully seek sleep, though, he reinserted the egg into my pussy. It seemed that I dreamed of orgasms all night. Some of the dreamed orgasms might have been real from the egg. But, when I woke in the morning, I was alone in the bed and the egg was resting innocently on the nightstand.I rolled out of bed and used the master bathroom. As I came out, still working my brain to function completely, I found Mr. Franklin standing in the room with two mugs of what I hoped was coffee. He stood by the sliding doors to the bedroom balcony. I followed him outside and took a chair next to him, then the mug offered to me. He was very quiet as I sipped the coffee and it was almost as if he was giving the caffeine a chance to work on me. He was almost fidgeting as he sat waiting. Not that he ever fidgets because he doesn’t. But, it seemed that he was being patient in giving me some time in the morning and that made me think there was something on his mind.I finally turned to him and asked him. He smiled because he wanted my mind as well as my body."Tell me about last night at the restaurant."Last night? At the restaurant? But, he was with me so he knows. Okay, so he wants to know how I felt … maybe how I feel now.I put the mug down on the floor and looked directly at him. "Besides being amazing … the orgasm and stimulation of the vibrators inside the restaurant … it was …. embarrassing, too. Embarrassing that someone might notice. Even humiliating if they actually did notice with some awareness.""I think some people could tell. In fact, two of the couples that followed us out had been watching you closely in the restaurant." I blushed deeply. And, he noticed. "But, still you went outside and followed my instructions to masturbate and cum. Were you aware of being watched outside?" I shook my head and my blush deepened even more. "Would you do it again, knowing you might be seen and watched?"I blinked and met his gaze. "If you desired it, Sir, yes.""I have tried to intimidate you with my requests, yet you continue to act on them. I have humiliated you, used you strongly, exhibited you in public, and used you more. You haven’t disappointed me." I smiled shyly at his praise. "Tell me why?"I looked down at my hands in lap, then looked up at him. "To satisfy you, Sir. I came to feel, and recently confirmed, that my deepest desire is to fully satisfy your desires, Sir. Whatever they might be. Yes, sometimes they might be embarrassing or even humiliating. Sometimes I might only be used for your pleasure without tenderness. But, the feeling I get out of doing whatever you desire is amazing to me. I have had some of the most intense orgasms … like last night when I wasn’t even being fucked." I looked at him shyly, "But, it isn’t really about the orgasms for me. I feel a great satisfaction in satisfying you, Sir.""I have some serious questions, Grace." I nodded. "Do you have any question or hesitation or concern about what we are doing?" I shook my head and assured him I did not. "If I give you to someone else, man or woman, you would please them as you would me?" I assured him I would and smiled. He smiled. He hesitated just a moment. "I want this to be 24/7, Grace. The office and the others will remain the same, but I want you here with me."I smiled. I got up and kissed him, then took his hand and placed it between my legs, his fingers instantly moving over my pussy lips. "Thank you, Sir! That way I really can be fully yours."He smiled and drove two fingers into my hole.---------------------------------------------------------------------Other stories around Grace will follow, all connected by the characters in NAKED LEGAL.---------------------------------------------------------------------I know it is not required, but I would appreciate a comment when negative votes are cast for my own benefit in developing these stories. Thanks in advance.