A man is a man, and if he sees a hot girl, who am I to prevent him from getting himself all horny? But one night when he came home late from work (I e...stimate around 9:30pm), I kissed his lips and instantly smelled the familiar, pungent smell of cock. He was more tired than normal and dragged his body to the bed where he instantly fell asleep. There was a small tinge of guilt as my fingers pried open his briefcase and fished out his phone. I swore that I wouldn't go through a man's text messages. She was bit worried and moved straight to the room . As, it was late, even I did not ask her and went to my room.( At the party: It was a late night party which was organised specially for women professionals. It was meant to be a stress buster and had all sort of activities to give pleasure to the women employees.But my sister dint had any knowledge of all these party activities. She saw her colleagues enjoying physically . As she was not used to it, she returned to home early. Even though she. That night, she had decided that she would tell the Maestro a story. Her favorite story.“Enter!” Isabeau excitedly called as she jumped off her bed when she heard the knock on her bedroom door.The sly grin on Isabeau’s face was the second thing the Maestro noticed as he entered her bedroom. The first was what she was wearing; a white, racerback, tank top and baby blue, girl boxer shorts. The Maestro glared at her exposed flat belly and slowly lowered his gaze to the plump, triangular mound. “Its really easy, if your fork comes out of the pot empty you need to remove 1 item of clothing, this excludes shoes and jewellery, if you would prefer not to remove an item you are welcome to drink a Tequila as forfeit.”“Sounds fine to me,” I said. I was looking forward to the chance of seeing Paula’s beautiful pussy again. I looked over at Tiffany and could see that she was nodding her head eagerly. “I don’t think you need to bring the Tequila bottle out just yet!” she said quietly.We all.