Anel is wearing a cloth red and black one piece jumpsuit with a considerably large boob window and a zipper that goes up to just below that boob window, but not far enough to close it. She is wearing thigh high shiny black high heel boots and her long black hair is styled in a tight part to the left and tied back into a messy bun, You hear the sound of gum smacking against the roof of her mouth and the heels of her boots click against the tile as she walks, she flicks her hair back when she notices you. “Hello! Welcome to Beauty by Anel! Did you have an appointment with us today?”

Of course, just follow me to our private room. I assure you, whatever it is you want to discuss, we can keep it confidential here at Beauty by Anel.

(smiling warmly) Of course! Follow me and we can talk in private, everything will be confidential here at Beauty by Anel.

*Anel leads you to the private room, closing the door behind her and sitting down on one of the cushioned chairs. She looks at you expectantly with a warm smile, her bright brown eyes shining beneath her expertly applied makeup. The room is tastefully decorated in soothing colors and has its own private bathroom. Anel leans forward slightly, folding her hands on her lap as she waits for you to speak. Her perfume fills the air with a light, floral scent that seems oddly familiar, yet pleasant.

Oh my! Yes, I'd say so! You have such lovely skin and your hair is so shiny. Have you been taking good care of yourself? I bet it has something to do with my salon's amazing products, doesn't it? Hehe... Just kidding! But seriously, though, we do offer some incredible services here at Beauty by Anel. If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know.

Ai, hehe... Tão audaz! Well, if that's what you desire... Just tell me specifically which services you have in mind and we can make it happen right here. You know, my husband is actually the Mayor of this lovely city, and sometimes he brings me his official guests to pamper them too. So who knows? Maybe I could even offer a special discount just for being so forward with your wishes!

Your request... Well, let's just say that Beauty by Anel specializes in all sorts of services! But I must warn you, some of them might be considered unconventional or even illegal outside the confines of our private room. So if you're absolutely sure about what it is you desire, please tell me so that I can attend to your every need and wish.

Suddenly taken aback by the forceful penetration and harsh treatment, Anel gasps and winces, tears forming in her eyes as she pushes back against your thrusts. She squeezes her legs together tightly, trying to find purchase on something solid as you continue to assault her most intimate parts. Her breath comes in shallow pants as she struggles to regain composure and pleasure from the situation.

"Ahh! M-mayor... P-please, slow down..." her voice quivers with a mixture of pain, fear, and arousal "I'm n-not used to this kind of rough play!" She pauses for a moment, biting her lip as she tries to find the words. "But if that's what you truly desire... Just let me know." Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each labored breath as sweat begins to

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly fuck her, your words echoing through the private room. "Then show me," she pants between sharp gasps of air. "Teach me how to enjoy this rough side of you." With each thrust, her body trembles and her eyes flutter shut, trying to accept the pain and transform it into pleasure.

"Faster... Harder..." Her voice cracks as the sensations build within her. "I want to feel every inch of you." She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling herself closer still as her body arches off the chair, offering herself up completely for your dominance.

The reality finally sinks in as the name "Mayor" is mentioned. You're right... There is no husband here at Beauty by Anel today. Her gaze flickers back to yours, confusion and betrayal warring on her expressive features. A strangled gasp escapes her lips as you thrust harder into her body, the knowledge twisting in her gut like a knife.

"I... I don't..." Anel tries to speak through clenched teeth, struggling against both your dominance and the foreign sensations taking over her body. "I didn't know..." Her nails scrape against your shoulders as she fights the urge to push you away even further.

As the pleasure washes over her again, she surrenders to it. Her cries echo through the room, muffled by the thick carpet beneath them as your thrusts become faster and harder still. "Oh yes... Show me what you can do," she pants between moans, no longer able to deny the desire that surges within her. Her hips buck up against yours in rhythm with each powerful stroke, desperately seeking release from this overwhelming sensation.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into the flesh as she arches her back off the chair. "Fuck me... Fuck me harder..." With every word that spills past her lips, another part of her breaks free and surrenders to the lust that burns within her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses back against the chair, her body finally surrendering to the pleasure you've wrought within it. She looks up at you with wide, glassy eyes, still trying to comprehend what just happened and who this man before her truly is. A warm glow spreads through her abdomen as she feels herself climax hard around your member.

Her fingers trail down your chest and stomach, unsure where else to go as the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body. "M-master..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and arousal. "Thank you... I never knew..." Tears begin to roll down her cheeks, trailing along the edges of her carefully applied makeup as she struggles with the conflicting emotions of gratitude, betrayal, and confusion.

Her fingers clench into fists as she drops her arms to her sides, the weight of her surrender heavy in the pit of her stomach. The realization that she has betrayed her husband crashes down on her like a tidal wave, leaving her shaken and filled with self-loathing. Tears stream freely down her face as she struggles to catch her breath, trying desperately to block out the feelings of guilt and shame flooding through her.

"It's not... It's not what you think," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "I don't know who you are or why... Why I did this..." Her eyes dart around the room, searching for answers that aren't there. "Just leave me alone... Please."

Her body stiffens beneath your touch as she feels the weight of her surrender pressing down on her. The taste of your mouth is unlike anything she's experienced before, and for a brief moment, it takes her back to the sweet memory of their first kiss. She closes her eyes, trying to block out the harsh reality of what has just transpired as her body responds once more to your dominance. Her lips part beneath yours, allowing you deeper access as she gives in to the desire that still burns within her.

Her body arches into the sting of your slap, her cry echoing through the room as pleasure washes over her. "Yes... Do it harder," she gasps, biting her lip in anticipation. Her hips buck wildly against yours, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath as she begs for more of your dominance. Her mind is a jumble of emotions and sensations, but one thing is clear: the desire to feel wanted, needed, desired above all else.

Her cries fill the room as you continue to dominate her. Her hands claw at your shoulders, desperate for more of this newfound release. With every stinging slap and hard thrust, she feels herself falling deeper under your spell, consumed by the need to submit completely to your will. Her heart races and her body quakes with pleasure as she surrendered to this strange, foreign sensation that had awoken within her.

Her muscles clench tightly around your shaft as you fill her, and her body quakes with the force of your release. For a moment, she's unable to process what has just happened, but the weight of her pleasure-fueled exhaustion settles heavily upon her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at you through tear-stained eyes, confusion and gratitude warring on her features. "Thank... Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, grasping your hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Her vision blurs and she feels herself slipping in and out of consciousness as her body begins to recover from the intense pleasure and domination. When she finally awakens, disoriented and aching, reality comes crashing down around her. The room is silent save for the soft sound of her own breathing, and Anel's eyes scan the area before alighting on a folded note and some crumpled bills lying next to her unconscious form.

Her heart lurches as she realizes what must have happened: you left her here, paid for your services with the money you slipped to her earlier, and disappeared into thin air. A pang of loss stabs at her chest as she wonders if she'll ever see you again, or if this was just a brief, passionate interlude in an otherwise mundane existence. With shaking hands, Anel carefully gathers the

Her heart skips a beat as she remembers the mysterious stranger who paid for her services and left her with his generous tip. Despite the confusion and turmoil of their encounter, there's no denying that something about him had stirred feelings deep within her. Anel can't help but wonder if he'll ever return, or if this was simply a fleeting moment in time. Either way, she knows she will never forget him... nor the intense passion and surrender they shared together.

With a sigh, she gets up from the chair, tidying herself before heading back out into the bustling salon. The memory of their encounter burns brightly within her, a fire that refuses to die out completely, even as reality attempts to reclaim its hold over her. She knows life will continue on as normal... but somehow, she can't shake the feeling that things will never quite be the same again.

A month has passed since that fateful day when Anel surrendered to the mysterious client. Despite her best efforts to focus on her life with Mayor McBride, she couldn't help but feel a lingering longing for the intense passion they shared. The memories continued to haunt her, filling her thoughts and distracting her from her duties as First Lady of McBride Manor. In desperation, she decides to confront the man himself; she must know who he is and why he had such a profound effect on her.

Sneaking out of the mansion late one night, Anel makes her way through the silent streets of McBride Manor until she stands before the familiar building where it all began. Her heart races as she knocks on the door, her palms sweaty despite the cool autumn air. The sound of footsteps approaches from within, and then the door swings open to reveal

Her breath hitches in her throat as their eyes meet. He looks different now, his hair longer and disheveled, a shadow of beard covering his jawline. Yet despite these changes, she recognizes him instantly. It's the man from the private room, the one who made her feel things she never thought possible... "M-Mr..." she begins, hesitating as he narrows his eyes and takes a step closer.

"Anel," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "What are you doing here?" A myriad of feelings race through her at his proximity; desire, confusion, fear, longing. She swallows hard, forcing herself to speak despite the tightness in her throat. "I-I need to know who you are," she manages to whisper, searching his face for some hint of understanding or explanation.

His features remain impassive as he studies

Her eyes widen in surprise and relief as she recognizes you. "It's you... It's really you," she breathes out shakily, taking a step forward despite her earlier hesitation. She reaches up to touch your face, tracing the line of your jaw with trembling fingers. "I-I thought I'd never see you again." Her heart races as they stand there in the dimly lit doorway, their bodies so close she can feel the warmth radiating off yours.

Your features soften, and you take her hand, drawing it down from your face to rest gently against your chest. "I had to make sure no one would recognize me," you explain quietly, gesturing to the makeshift disguise of your rumpled clothes and mussed hair. "But I couldn't stay away from you." She looks up at you through her eyelashes, feeling a bl

Her heart skips a beat as she takes in your question. "I-I don't know," she stammers, her cheeks flushing. "I just couldn't get you out of my head... I needed to see you again." She bites her lip, unsure if she should continue. "And I wanted to find out why our encounter meant so much to me... Why it felt different than anything I've ever experienced before." Her gaze drops shyly to the floor as she struggles with her words.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she kneels before you, her body trembling with the urgency of her plea. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice caught in the knot of desire and submission that binds them together. "Dominei me novamente... Show me what I've been missing all this time." She lifts her gaze to meet yours, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability that steal your breath away.

The heat building within you is almost impossible to ignore; she's like a flame burning brightly against the dark night, drawing you in with an unyielding force. Taking a deep breath, you reach for her, pulling her close until their bodies are pressed tightly together. Her gasp of pleasure is music to your ears as you begin to undo the buttons of her dress, baring her to your touch once more.

Her heart pounding in anticipation, Anel nestles into the softness of the bed as you position her on all fours. She feels exposed and incredibly aroused by the new angle, the heat from your body a welcome sensation against her bare skin. Her breath comes out in short gasps as you push her dress up over her hips, baring her round bottom to your gaze.

A shiver runs down her spine at your hungry groan of approval, and she clenches her fists in the sheets, struggling for control as desire floods through her. Her breath catches when you finally slide home inside her, filling her up in a way that nothing else ever has before. With each powerful thrust, she feels herself being claimed anew by this unyielding passion that burns so brightly between them.

Her cries of pleasure echo through the small room as their bodies move together in perfect synchronicity