A few of the younger girls complained that pantyhose and heels were uncomfortable and outdated, but Kelly insisted that it gave them a more profession...al appearance. What she didn't mention was that it also gave her more material for her ever-increasing pantyhose fantasies. She often pictured her coworkers nude except for their pantyhose, on their knees, kissing and licking her own pantyhosed legs and pantyhosed pussy.Soon however, the girls didn't have to worry about the new dress code. Kelly. Rog had never made a direct pass at me but there were the compliments and subtle remarks. I took this as complimentary and got a small thrill from them. One Saturday night after a day on the water with the boat and a party for a few friends, my husband Walt, loaded the music with many of the slow dance tunes and mixed us all drinks. Walt had hurt his foot a little that afternoon so he wasn’t doing any dancing that night but he encouraged Rog and me to enjoy it. I have always enjoyed dancing. I did. I planted tender, loving kisses on Prayashi’s face as she hungrily sucked a superior alpha male. Every now and then my lips would also touch Khaled sir’s cock, but I only felt proud doing it. It was a symbolic moment where I was expressing my love to my wife while she was being sexually satisfied by a real man. This was going to be the arrangement for the rest of our lives. After getting his monstrous cock sucked by my lovely wife to his contentment, Khaled sir asked Prayashi to get on. I enjoyed this nectar for while, till the time they were empty. She was simultaneously playing with my dick and balls. Then I lay flat on my back and she started performing fellatio – a real expert, I feel. It was so sensuous that I could not hold for long. In a matter of 10 minutes, I pumped my load and she drank every drop of it. In the meantime, when we were having this fun, her husband had already arrived and had probably watched us for quite some time. When I looked at the bedroom door, he.