You feel my length against you, you are wearing six-inch cfm heels, a gem hanging in front of your hard clitty, and cupless bra.  Your nipples puckering even more when you see your boss there in torn clothes, hands bound above her head.  Breasts spilling out of her black bra. The strap-on lay on the bed with nipple clamps, pinwheels, bucket of ice, soy candles..... "For me?" you ask.  I simply nod as I take a seat. "You a...