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\f0\b\fs24 \cf0 Sarah On Offer, Part One\
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by Albion
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This story will be continued at some point, but for now enjoy it as it is. Contains F/ F/ b/ bondage and abusive bad language; a warning for those who might be offended by such words.\
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Sarah Burden\'92s secretary hovered in the door to her office, looking a little anxious. She seemed reluctant to speak.\
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Sarah looked up from her desk and looked at the slightly older, definitely more plump woman. \'93You okay, Jane?\'94\
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\'93Um... Fine... it\'92s just that. You know I said I would come in tomorrow -- on Saturday morning -- so we can get the report done for head office,\'94 the secretary in her much-too-young clothes was fidgeting, the way she always did when there was a favour she needed to ask.\
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\'93You telling me you have to do something else?\'94 Sarah was disappointed but tried not to show it. There was a lot of work to do get the report done for head office and she really needed Jane\'92s help. Now, at four thirty on Friday, she was finding out Jane couldn\'92t come in and help. It would, Sarah reflected, be a long morning on her own.\
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\'93No, it\'92s not that. Well, I won\'92t be doing anything else if I can bring Darren in with me.\'94\
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\'93Darren? Your son?\'94 Sarah studied Jane. She was a good secretary, an efficient PA and she was usually happy to help where she could, even if she did look at times rather silly in her short skirts and skimpy tops that showed her slightly bulging waistline. She never appeared to dress like you would expect a woman who was approaching forty; while Sarah wore business suits that were elegant and sensible and entirely suited to management as well as showing off her slim figure to perfection, Jane looked like someone who thought she was a lot younger than she was. But Sarah needed people who were willing to work rather than fashion statements, though the message Jane tended to send was that of a woman who couldn\'92t accept growing older. There were ways to achieve that, but Jane Thomas hadn\'92t found them yet.\
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\'93Yes, my son,\'94 said Jane, then added bitterly: \'93He was supposed to be at his father\'92s but the bastard can\'92t have him. So I have to have him at home this weekend.\'94\
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Ah yes, thought Sarah. Jane\'92s ongoing problem with her ex-husband. Probably, Sarah thought, that was why the woman dressed so young. She needed a man in her life and she obviously thought males were only interested in seeing a lot of leg and a prominent bust. She had those on view, but despite her dress (or lack of it at times) as far as Sarah knew there hadn't been any men interested in Jane for a while.\
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\'93So, if Darren comes in you can help still?\'94\
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Jane looked relieved and nodded. She needed this job and genuinely liked to help Sarah, and with it help the company.\
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\'93Okay,\'94 smiled Sarah. \'93Bring your son in. It won\'92t be much fun for him but I really don\'92t mind. he can play solitaire on the computer. There won\'92t be anyone else here to object anyway. Just us three.\'94\
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\'93Yes, he won\'92t be any trouble at all,\'94 said Jane, even if she still looked slightly anxious for some reason.\
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Sarah hadn\'92t seen Darren for a couple of years. She recalled he was a slightly awkward nine or ten year old then; staring at Sarah and blushing the first time Jane brought her son into the office. Now he had grown taller and looked less awkward. He hadn\'92t fleshed out yet but obviously looked more confident. \'93Hi,\'94 he said when he saw Sarah sat at her desk at 8 on Saturday morning.\
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\'93Hello Darren,\'94 smiled Sarah, taking in his long, loose limbs and his mop of brown hair. He was a good looking boy and Sarah felt that familiar hot pulse in her whenever she saw a pre-teen boy who might be sexually precocious. Might? God, they all were up for sex as she had found out over the years. Kids who could get a stiff cock just by looking at a woman\'92s tits, or get hard from a sly peek down her blouse or even -- and this was heaven to her -- get a very definite erection when they glimpsed up her skirt.\
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But that was seducing boys on their own. Doing it with a mother around would break one of Sarah\'92s hard and fast rules. Sex with a pre-teen boy was fabulous but she had to be careful. Still, it was nice to look and dream.\
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\'93Hi,\'94 the boy said back. \'93You\'92re Sarah, right. Sarah bitch.\'94\
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For a second Sarah blinked, wondering if she had heard right. The boy\'92s mother was next to him, dressed as always in her short skirt and revealing top. It was Saturday morning and they didn\'92t have to dress as they normally did. But Sarah had automatically put on her office attire of black skirt and white blouse, choosing a white lace bra and black panties to go with her hold up stockings. A normal work day, in effect. Only the boy looked casual. The mother however didn\'92t react to what her son said, other than blush slightly.\
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\'93I\'92m sorry,\'94 said Sarah, not wanting confrontation but not wanting to excuse rudeness either. \'93What did you say, Darren?\'94\
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\'93I called you a bitch,\'94 said the boy stepping into the boss\'92s office. \'93Because you look like the sort of woman who\'92d do anything for a fuck.\'94\
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\'93Darren--\'94 began Sarah, shooting a look at her secretary as if to say: \'91you\'92re his mother, say something.\'92\
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The boy caught the meaning of Sarah\'92s glance and laughed. \'93Oh, she won\'92t say anything. She does what I tell her.\'94 The boy perched on the edge of Sarah\'92s desk, grinning down at the woman. \'93She\'92s just a fuck pig,\'94 he said. \'93Like you.\'94\
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Sarah felt hot in her face and between her legs. Wet, even. She loved it when boys abused her. There was nothing so nice as being had and being told she was a whore. There was even that boy she knew who she would ring up sometimes so she could masturbate as she listened to him swearing and verbally abusing her. But Jane was there so surely this wouldn\'92t be like that, would it?\
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But Jane wasn\'92t saying anything. She simply stood with hands behind back, looking helpless. Submissive almost.\
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\'93Jane. I think--\'94 Sarah began again, but was cut short by the boy sat on her desk.\
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\'93I told you,\'94 said Darren. \'93She does what I say. Even right down to what she wears. I own her, see?\'94\
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Sarah suddenly saw and gasped; the woman\'92s inappropriate clothes were the boy\'92s doing. He was the one ordered his mother to dress like a would-be slut. her head spun, but the feeling of erotic helplessness surged inside her. Her sex felt on fire.\
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\'93Now,\'94 continued the boy. \'93Why don\'92t you lean forward a bit, whore, so I can look down your front? I can\'92t quite see from here.\'94\
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Sarah blushed and felt astonishingly aroused. The boy\'92s mother had to do what her son said, and now... Sarah gulped; she had to do what he said too. She wanted to say no, but didn\'92t. She leaned forward so her blouse sagged nicely and the twelve year old could see down her front.\
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\'93Huh,\'94 he snorted as he looked. \'93You\'92re not as big as her,\'94 he jerked his head as if indicating the woman behind him. \'93She\'92s got good tits. Bit flabby, but I like playing with them.\'94\
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\'93Yes,\'94 Sarah said for some reason.\
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\'93Now, bitch, get up and walk round a bit. I want to see how your legs are.\'94 Darren was laughing. \'93In fact take that skirt off, cunt, so I can get a proper look.\'94\
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\'93Can I close the blinds?\'94 Asked Sarah as she stood up and fumbled at the zip at her side. She was in a fog but found herself doing what he said. \'93Please,\'94 she added.\
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The boy glanced at the roofs and offices and buildings outside. \'93Nah,\'94 he sniffed. \'93If anyone\'92s stupid enough to be at work this time on a Saturday they need a treat.\'94\
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Sarah nodded and slid her skirt off her hips. She was glad her blouse covered her hips, but the band of flesh between her hips and stocking tops was all too obvious. her panties were soaking at the crotch now. Still, she walked round the office, aware that both the boy (grinning) and his mother (anxious) were watching her every step.\
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\'93I\'92m sorry...\'94 Sarah said as she walked.\
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\'93About what, bitch?\'94 Asked the boy.\
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\'93Sorry I didn\'92t put higher heels on,\'94 said Sarah, unable to stop the words tumbling out. Boys like Darren she knew, liked to see real high heels on their fuck pieces. It made their little hard cocks even harder. Stockings and heels: if that was all she wore the boys would be delighted.\
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\'93It\'92s okay, cunt,\'94 said Darren. \'93I\'92ll punish you for it later.\'94\
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There was a muted gasp from Jane. Was she too punished for errors like this? Sarah wondered and felt a warm tremor in her sex. She loved being punished by young boys.\
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Jane however seemed worried. \'93Darren, sir,\'94 began Jane. \'93You said you wouldn\'92t hurt her. You... you promised.\'94 Jane was even more anxious now and had dropped her hands from behind her.\
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\'93Get your stupid hands behind your fucking back,\'94 growled the boy at his mum. Jane obeyed at once and mumbled an apology, which the boy ignored. \'93I\'92ll do whatever I want, got it?\'94\
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\'93Yes sir,\'94 said Jane, blushing.\
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Sir. Yes, of course he was, thought Sarah. She was still walking and she put her hands behind her too. She hadn\'92t been told to do it but she reasoned it would please the boy. She was walking slowly in a circle, in full view of the buildings opposite. She could imagine some male wanking as he watched her walk; the window sill was low enough that her legs would be on show and that would make the man cum hard. She felt even more aroused at the thought of men watching her be used. Used by a twelve year old boy, and that made her pussy run with her juices. She could feel her panties getting wetter and her lit was swollen. Her erect nipples were poking at the thin white blouse she wore.\
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\'93Okay,\'94 said the boy after a couple of minutes spent leering at her, \'93stop walking. Come here and get down on your knees in front of me, cunt,\'94 he said to Sarah. \'93And you, fuck mummy pig, go and get on with some work an\'92 close the door. Me an\'92 the bitch here are going to have some fun.\'94\
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Fuck mummy pig nodded and let herself out, closing the door after her. She would get on with the report, Sarah thought. Work while I have sex with her handsome, sexy, pre-teen son.\
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Sarah was on her knees in front of her desk, where the boy sat, and she still had her hands behind her. The carpet was rough on her knees but she loved the feeling. It promised hurt. Despite the shock of this she was juicing up even more. She leaned forward a little so he could get a good view down her front. The boy chuckled at the woman\'92s gesture and then he spread his legs and sat forward. \'93Unzip my pants with your teeth,\'94 he smirked. \'93If you can.\'94\
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\'93Sir,\'94 said Sarah, looking worried. \'93I don\'92t think I can reach.\'94\
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\'93So?\'94\
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So I have to try, thought Sarah. She wriggled forward on her knees, which was painful, and found by straining up she could get her mouth to his crotch. He was hard under his chinos and Sarah wanted that small cock free. She wanted in her mouth or in her cunt or in her arse. She wanted to serve Darren. She wanted to satisfy him.\
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Somehow she got the zip down. She could feel his stiff penis pushing up at her chin, and then there it was, barely obscured by his dark blue underpants. There was a small wet patch where the top of his erect cock was. Without being told, Sarah struggled to free the boy\'92s small but wonderfully hard prick from the confines of his underwear just using her teeth (but carefully, so as not to upset her new master), letting it spring free. It was thin but hard and wet at the head, with the small brighter pink bulbous head emerging from the foreskin. Sarah couldn\'92t help herself but she licked her lips as she stared at it. It was what she dreamed of every day, even when being fucked by a man or being tongued by a woman. \'93It\'92s free,\'94 she said, with a note of pride.\
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\'93You want it?\'94 Asked the boy, grinning down.\
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\'93What do you think, sir?\'94 asked Sarah, offering a smile.\
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\'93I think you do, bitch. An\'92 I think you want me to hurt you.\'94\
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\'93I do,\'94 agreed Sarah, feeling faint at the prospect of being fucked and hurt at the same time. Some boys were good at that; making a woman scream with pain while they hammered their little hard cocks into her. She wanted to ask how exactly he would do that to her, both at once, but the boy had slid forward a little more and his hard prick was at her mouth. Better to use your mouth for sucking and licking than waste time talking, thought Sarah and opened her red lips to accept Darren\'92s hard penis.\
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Sarah did her best sucking and blowing techniques from years of experience. The boy came fairly quickly and the boy moaned in pleasure over her, enjoying squirting into the woman\'92s mouth. Sarah used to be disappointed when they came as quick as that, but she soon realised it only meant they could recover quick and then do something else to her. If you were short of a time, two cums were better than waiting around for one. Maybe three if they were very horny.\
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The boy\'92s semen was thin and immature, but that was fine by Sarah. She had been fucked by lots of men and all semen tasted distinct, but a boy\'92s thin cum was always the sweetest, most desirable. She swallowed it eagerly and then, having cleaned the tip of the boy\'92s shrinking dick, she opened her mouth dutifully to show him she had swallowed it all. She kept her mouth open while he casually inspected her and then he pushed her back and got off the desk. Sarah didn\'92t get off her knees. The carpet\'92s ridges under her sore knees were making her feel she was here to be used and abused. But she kept her hands behind her and her cheat pushed out, hoping she would be used again soon.\
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Darren went to the office door and opened it a crack. \'93Come \'91ere, cunt,\'94 he said to his mother in the outer office. \'93Come in here and clean up Sarah bitch.\'94\
The secretary hurried in and didn\'92t seem either surprised that her son\'92s cock was still hanging out (if limp) and her boss was on her knees. It probably made perfect sense to the woman.\
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\'93I came in her mouth,\'94 said Darren, casually. \'93So get it clean.\'94\
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Jane nodded, came over to Sarah and bent forward. She planted her lips on Sarah\'92s and kissed her -- but not for pleasure, fun though it was. Jane\'92s tongue probed and explored and licked round inside Sarah\'92s open mouth. She was cleaning out the boy\'92s remaining cum and after a minute she broke the kiss (which was making sarah juice up yet more) and lifted her head. \'93She\'92s clean, sir,\'94 said Jane to her son. He was sat in Sarah\'92s chair, idly stroking his cock as he watched his mother kiss her boss. It was hardening up again. \'93Do it again, but longer,\'94 said Darren, rubbing his cock more. \'93I like watchin\'92 sluts have lezzie sex.\'94\
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The two women French kissed again and at Darren\'92s insistence Jane brought her hand up and toyed with Sarah\'92s small but very hard nippled breasts. \'93Okay, stop,\'94 said Darren. He hopped up and his small cock stood out from the front of his pants, aware both women were looking at it. \'93Time for a screw,\'94 he said.\
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He smirked at the two females, his mother standing with hands behind back and Sarah kneeling, her hands out of the way too. \'93Question is, which one of you gets it?\'94\
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\'93Me,\'94 said Sarah, before she could stop herself.\
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\'93Why you?\'94 Darren was laughing. \'93What make you think I like a woman who\'92s all thin an\'92 scrawny and can\'92t suck properly.\'94\
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\'93But... I can,\'94 objected Sarah.\
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\'93Nah. You swallowed it. An\'92 I didn\'92t tell you too, did I cunt? So me mum here gets in and has nothing to clean with her tongue.\'94\
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\'93Please,\'94 gasped Sarah. \'93I didn\'92t know. I thought you\'92d be pleased.\'94\
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\'93Listen, fuck hole,\'94 the boy said sitting back on the edge of the desk in front of Sarah. he was stroking his thin, hard cock to keep it erect. Sarah so wanted it back in her to show she could obey, do it right this time. \'93Listen up... you assumed I wanted you to swallow. But you should\'92ve asked, cunt. right?\'94\
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\'93Yes sir,\'94 said Sarah, sadly. she hated failing an excited young boy.\
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\'93So me mum\'92ll get my cock in her an\'92 you can watch an\'92 learn, whore.\'94\
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\'93Please,\'94 Sarah pleaded. \'93I promise I can do better, sir. Let me try again.\'94\
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Jane was looking down at her boss, and she shook her head. It appeared as if she was saying: \'91Poor Sarah; you have to learn or else.\'92\
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The boy however wasn\'92t interested in Sarah\'92s pleas. He told his mother to go and get her chair from the outer office and something to tie Sarah up with. The woman hurried off and was soon back, pushing her black swivel typist\'92s chair in front of her and holding a wide roll of shiny brown parcel tape. \'93I\'92m sorry, sir,\'94 she said to her son. \'93This is all we have.\'94\
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\'93Huh, guess it\'92ll do,\'94 said the boy. His cock had gone to semi-erect but Sarah guessed it wouldn\'92t be long before it was hard again. He took the tape, examined it, and then told Sarah to get up and sit of the typists chair. Sarah did and put her hands behind the chair; if she was going to be bound, she needed to show she was willing. Darren then tossed the roll of tape to his mum and told her to use the tape to fasten Sarah down. \'93An\'92 gag her too,\'94 he added. \'93Don\'92t wanna hear her beggin\'92 to be fucked when I do you, pig mother.\'94\
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Jane nodded and began taping Sarah to the chair. She used plenty of tape too, winding it round the seated woman\'92s upper arms, chest, across her bust, round her waist and lower arms and round her ready-crossed wrists in the back. Then Jane began winding tape round Sarah\'92s knees and upper legs and under the chair seat and finally tied her ankles. She had used yards of tape but still had some left. \'93Sir, shall I gag her now?\'94\
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\'93Of course, you fuckin\'92 gag her, dozy bitch! I said I wanted her gagged, right?\'94\
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\'93Oh yes sir,\'94 said Jane morosely. Perhaps, thought Sarah, she was fearing her son would not want her now and she\'92d get tied up and ignored. Then Jane did something Sarah didn\'92t expect: the secretary reached up her short skirt and hauled down her red lace panties. She sniffed them, held them under Sarah\'92s nose so the bound woman could appreciate the pussy juice aromas and then balled them up. Sarah understood what was needed and opened wide so her secretary could pack them into her open mouth. Then with her cheeks bulging, Jane would yards of tape round and round Sarah\'92s lower head so the panty gag stayed put.\
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\'93I\'92ve finished sir,\'94 said Jane, almost with a little curtsy.\
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The twelve-year old grinned and patted Sarah\'92s desk. \'93\'92Kay,\'94 he smiled at his mother. \'93Now get bent over, fuck bitch.\'94\
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Jane bent over the desk as indicated and her short skirt rode up. Her large buttocks were on view and she spread her legs wide. Darren chuckled as she stepped up behind his mother. \'93See, cunt,\'94 he addressed the helpless Sarah. \'93I want you to watch while I fuck me mum. Get this: you should have had me in you, but guess you gotta learn how I like things. So next time you won\'92t swallow, will you?\'94\
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Sarah gulped as best she could and shook her head vigorously. She would learn indeed.\
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\'93Anyways, the bitch here will get me in her an\'92 you have to wait.\'94\
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Sarah moaned and nodded as she watched the boys now re-hardened cock pushing at his mother\'92s rear hole. \'93I\'92m gonna cum in her fat arse,\'94 he said. \'93You see, she ain\'92t on the pill an\'92 I don\'92t use any johnnies.\'94\
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Sarah nodded again and watched Jane stiffen as her son\'92s slender but hard cock eased into her waiting back hole. Perhaps she was lubed up permanently for her son to use her, but while she looked distressed it wasn\'92t like it would be with a dry fuck. The sound that filled the room was Sarah\'92s heavy breathing through her nose, the woman on the desk sighing as she was getting buggered and the sound of Darren\'92s young balls slapping against his mum\'92s bum cheeks.\
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On the desk, inches from Jane\'92s tortured but excited face, the phone rang harsh and shrill. If Sarah hadn\'92t been so well bound she would have visibly jumped.\
\'93Pick it up, fuck-whore an\'92 answer it,\'94 ordered Darren as he continued to shag his mum\'92s offered rear.\
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Jane picked up the receiver. As best she could she said in a level voice, clearly struggling to ignore the arse-fucking she was getting: \'93Hi, yes... oh, hello Steve. No... Sarah\'92s just a bit tied up at the moment. I will get her to ring you as soon as she\'92s free. No... nothing\'92s wrong. That noise? Just some workmen, hard at it. Yeah, all this work to do and the workers are in, hammering away and stuff.\'94 She almost breathed the last part as her excitement mounted. \'93I\'92ll get her to call you... bye!\'94\
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She put the phone down hurriedly and Darren was laughing. \'93That your fuck-wit of a husband, wonderin\'92 what you\'92re doing?\'94 The boy said as he leered at Sarah as he continued hammering his mother, making her moan more as she slid back and forward on the polished surface, her large boobs spilling out of her top but squashed and sliding under her. Jane\'92s eyes were closed and she was dribbling, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.\
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Sarah nodded her reply to Sir\'92s question, staring at the scene in front of her, feeling hot and aroused and helpless. Steve wouldn\'92t know his wife was all tied up and was waiting to be used, hopefully made to have sex when the pre-teen had finished with his mother across the boss\'92s big desk. The boy was yelling as he came, pumping his semen into his mother\'92s rear hole, making her squeal as she clenched her fists, no doubt forbidden to use her hand to bring herself off. he slapped her arse cheeks resoundingly.\
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Sarah struggled in her bonds. She so wanted to cum too, so wanted to be fucked and used and maybe play with her hot, wet hole. But it was only Sir who was allowed to cum at the moment, not the bitches.\
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And she didn\'92t think of anything else until the boy and the woman looked round at the door and stared, not moving. Frozen, as it were. Sarah looked at them puzzled, then she heard a noise behind her. The taped up woman swivelled in her chair so she could see just what they were staring at.\
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Her heart sank as she recognised the person standing in the doorway, hands on hips and frowning hard at the bondage and the sex and no doubt smelling the aroma of arousal and cum.\
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It was her boss, Eleanor, glaring at them with hands on hips.\
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Fun time was over and with it, thought Sarah, so is my job.\
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End of part one\
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