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trouble. The sudden thought of her mother was like an ice cold shower.
They’d never had the best relationship. The hatred inside Melissa had been
close to consuming her until Bruce came and took her away. Bruce was the one
who showed her love, life and freedom.  
    Feeling the familiar spiral of depression, Melissa
welcomed the ringing of the telephone, anything to direct her thoughts
elsewhereand stop the vicious circle her mother created.
    “Hello.” She spoke clear and confident, praying it
wasn’t her mother. She wished she had the guts to tell the woman to leave her
alone.  
    “I want to fuck you,” Bruce said.
    Melissa gasped in shock, all thoughts of her mother disappearing
as the voice on the other end of the line took centre stage in her thoughts.
Never before had a conversation started out like this and her trying to stem
the flow of arousal was now useless. Bruce and sex devoured her thoughts. She
welcomed the relief.
    “Bruce?”
    “I want to lick your pussy until it’s creamy and your
juices drip onto my tongue. I want to spread your legs wide, I want you to
watch as I fuck you, sliding my cock in and out of your pussy. Fucking you so
hard and deep, you’re screaming for me to fuck you harder and faster.” Melissa
listened to him talk, rolling off each of the deliciously sinful things he
wanted to do. Her hand went to the hem of her skirt, lifting it up, her actions
almost natural. A compulsion. “You’re about to play
with yourself?   I can hear your skirt
rustling. Are your hands shaking?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she moaned, listening to him. Bruce knew her so
well. He knew her better than she knew herself. Her fingers ran beneath her
panties and over her plump, wet lips. “Stop.” His
harsh command shocked her and stilled her hand.
    Melissa moaned into the phone. Why would he make her
stop?
    “I said stop,” he growled, his tone leaving no room
for argument.
    Melissa stopped what she was doing, moving her hand to
her side, her desire so great, she was tempted to sit on her own hand.
    “I’m going to tell you what I want you to do. You will
follow these instructions clearly or you’ll face a punishment when I get home.
Are you ready for your instructions?”
    “Yes, I’m ready.” Melissa was more than ready.
      “I want you to
come to my office for lunch. And take those ridiculous panties off. I want to
see you flush and naked wear nothing but a jacket. I want to see those gorgeous
legs. Do you understand?” he asked.
    “You want me naked. All of me?”
    “Yes, baby. I want you naked and wet for me.”
    “I’ll be ready,” she agreed.
    “Good.”
    Melissa looked at the phone.   He’d hung up. Her breasts were big and
blushing, so sensitive rubbing against her cotton top. Without a moment of
hesitation, Melissa rushed to her bedroom, taking her clothes off and her
horrible panties which she decided to throw straight into the garbage. She put
on a coat and left the house immediately. Melissa wanted to know what Bruce had
planned for her and she couldn’t give herself time to change her mind.  
    Realizing she didn’t want to get stopped by the police
wearing nothing more than a coat, Melissa tried very hard to obey the posted
speed limits. The idea of being completely naked beneath the scratchy fabric appealed
to her where Bruce was concerned, but not with a stranger. It took her twenty
minutes to get to his office building but it felt like hours. Moisture dripped
between her legs and she tried to get out of her car as lady like as she could
but it didn’t matter.   She was sure she’d
flashed someone, somewhere. Walking as fast as her legs could carry her, she
smiled at the few people she encountered until she opened her husband's office
door. Seeing Bruce behind his desk, she turned and locked the door.
     
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    Bruce watched her lock the door. Melissa looked so
flustered and demented, his little willing sex slave. He could see the lovely
length of her legs peeking