.fuck" her boss smiled and walked round the table to where my head was, I could see the damp patch on her cream thong her pussy was dripping wet, she... got to where my head was and pulled my head down so it was hanging backward off the table and proceed to pull down her her thong, her pussy was shaven just like my girlfriend's apart from a little bit of a very trimmed bit of hair in the shape of a landing strip. She stepped forward and smuthered my face with her smooth wet pussy, she lent. Pushing himself away from the wall, the gentleman leisurely strolled over to the devil lord, pausing for a moment before accepting a glass of champagne from a passing servant. He tasted it for a moment, thinking how the pale gold of the champagne reminded him of the girl’s gown before stepping foward. ‘Hello Marcus,’ he drawled casually, smirking. Marcus paled, eyes widening in shock before giving way to a smile and slight bow of greeting. ‘By God, Tristan, what brings you here?? Surely this. Becky turned to look at me and said "grab your cum bottle off my dresser I got an idea". I handed it to her and she opened it up, layed back and started to dump it out on her body. "Help me rub it in" she said and I got up and started scooping up puddles of cum and rubbing it down her legs and body. In about a minute Becky was almost covered in my cum I saved for her and my cock was getting hard looking at this. Without saying anything she spread her legs and I climbed on top of her. Becky. "Alright you tricky bastard, you win. What do you want to do with me for 15 minutes?" I said. Ron said that one of the only things he'd always wanted to try and had never done with me was a foot job, so that's what he asked for. I took off my blindfold, asked Mark to put one of our big bath towels on floor in front of the easy chair, and told Ron to sit there because it was the perfect distance for me to grip his cock with black-stocking covered feet. I started off by slowly and gently running.