He was taking it in turn to tweek and pulk on my hwavy titties as the hung down against the cool leather of the sofa.* * *Mr Lipton had removed his sh...irt during the struggle and was watching her roundnarse tense and relax as he finger fucked this little whore in ways he had only imagined up til now. He lent forward to taste the sticky sweet juice she oozed. So wet was her pussy for his invading tongue. He licked up towards her arse hole and swirled his tongue around her tight rosebud. He body. I was the sweet, safe, innocuous nebbish, not the office Don Juan. I was twenty years her senior. I was the one they always called and ‘nice’ and ‘helpful.’ “How about I unwrap you and see what’s inside?” she said as she smiled at me. “Maybe there are some jewels in there.” Behind me were all the presents I was supposed to be getting ready to distribute. Behind her was the door. She turned around and locked it! “I really should get out there,” I said. “They’re waiting for me.” “Then I guess. Crimson. Very nice. Very slimming. And she smelled of Chanel Number 5. She poured us a glass of Chablis each and showed me briefly around the house. Quite a big place. Victorian. The piano was in a sort of sitting room at the back. Nora sat on the stool and gave me the start of Grieg’s Piano Concerto, then stopped. “No,” she said. “Never was very good. My husband used to like me to play and said nice things, but… you know. You play. The Gymnopedies.” I played rather nervously but relaxed. She reached behind her and grabbed my once again full cock. She flicked it hard up and down her slit until the head was soaked with our juices. I was trying to go slow, but my aching cock was getting the better of me and my hips were beginning to thrust. She placed the purple head at her channel opening and gently pressed down until I was in her. I rotated my hands to her hips and jammed her onto my dick all the way to the root. She gasped in surprise and then groaned from the incredible.