Connie continued to take charge and selected several bra and pantie outfits in both my wife’s size and my daughter’s. Into the dressing area they ...all went. Connie took a seat and directed the action, telling my daughter to try on the first outfit. My daughter retreated to a curtained-off area, disrobed, dressed in the new, sexy little set, and then joined the others. “Oh, I am so buying that for you” announced Connie.“Really?” replied my daughter. “You like it? But you don’t have to but it for. .. I want to force him to his knees.... I want to smother him with my clit. I want him to make me cum before i even touch him. I want him to beg for my touch, i want to hear him say my name. I want to be the the one that undresses him. But i want to do it slowly.... I want to take my time, i want to explore every inch of him with my tongue.... And i need to make him squirm with anticipation of what i will do next. I need to dominate him. I need to make him stand naked and vulnerable,. They hit the desk that she had stood at a moment before and he lifted her up and placed her ass on the edge of the desk. His mouth found her breasts and he sucked on her pink nipples while his hands explored her further. Her thighs were so silky and full. He leaned back and before he could say or do anything she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt and pulled his slacks open from the button. She freed his now throbbing and engorged cock from his black underwear and smiled her. Had it been real? Or fantasy? Could his imagination create the taste of her? The salty flavor of sweat on her chest, the fragrant powder on her nipples, the musky tang from between her legs... those had to be real. Through the mists of awakening he could see it as if he had been an observer outside his own body. She sat on the desk of the office they had invaded for privacy. Her dress was rumpled and pushed up around her waist. Black nylons, sheer enough to show how pale her skin was, tugged.