Sounded like heaven’s bells.“Deal. I need some hose to wear with it. Black or Off-Black thigh highs in a petite or small should work. Let me take ...this off. Be right back.”Wow! was all I could think of.“Chuck. Chuck. CHUCK! Are you OK?” She snapped her fingers to get my attention.“Yeah, hon. I’m fine. Just a little distracted. Sorry. Hose. Black. Small. Yeah.”She met me back over at the stockings display, or should I say displays. They were everywhere. She located some Off Black Sheer Energy. You lean back in your chair and look at me. I am smiling. You half rise from the chair as you tell me that we should get to the car soon. Slightly disappointed, I am about to get off the desk when you get up and block my way. You hold my arms to my sides, pinning me to the desk... and lean in close to tell me that you don't believe me... not until you have checked yourself. With one hand you hold my wrists together and push me back on to the desk. The executive skirt does not really allow for. However, since you evidently failed to recognise my determination to possess that which takes my fancy, I fear that direct action has been needed on my part. As a result the beasts in question will shortly be speeding towards their new home. I do hope you don't mind but I took the opportunity also to acquire the collection of paintings by George Stubbs from your long gallery — I thought they would go so well in my own new establishment — a memento of a very pleasant afternoon. Good day to. He took it into his mouth, rolled round it with his tongue and sucked with just the right amount of pressure. My head fell back with the pleasure as he applied the same technique to my left nipple. Then with those long fingers he reached down to my clit and quickly found my little nub of pleasure. He rubbed in a circular motion, just the right amount of pressure to bring me little pulses of pleasure in moments. Just as I started to feel the build of an orgasm, he stopped, and with a cheeky grin.