..Miss...don't.......!" I gasp, my face on fire and that very special, very familiar feeling in the tip of my penis starting to grow."Don't you like i...t Graham?!" She laughs, "I thought you'd like my show! This is what you've dreamed of isn't it?!" She laughs again and again as She starts to slide Her skirt up gradually. "I'm not......I can't........I won't be able to hold it Miss......" I'm terrified I'm about to do a full open pants-spunk in front of Her and I won't be able to control it -. I said how's that,she stamped her foot and handed me the dress. I took it from her and lifted it over my head. She giggled and said I'm supposed to step in and pulled it up. So I pulled it up and put my arms through the sleeves. She said to turn around, I turned and she pulled the zipper up and hooked the button. She spun me around and stepped back. She said you're pretty, and said to look in the mirror. I walked over to the full length mirror and starred that what I saw. I pulled at the lower. She climbed up his body, swaying her limbs like a cat as she angled over him. There was only tenderness and love now. He was vulnerable and she wrapped her body around his, letting him feel what needed to be felt. The room was warm and they had no need to force anything. She could feel sadness emanate from him and pressed her breasts to his lips and kissed his forehead, showering him in love. Her pussy rested on the belt and she instinctively clamped it between her legs. They had made love. I have so much cachet it's just oozing out of me!" She extended a long leg in its silky-smooth black stocking and placed a hand delicately on her thigh.I stared, for it was indeed a leg worth staring at. Of course, the fact that it was propped up on my desk, pointing directly at me, made it difficult to ignore, like the Ubangi in the drawing room.Still, business is business, and all that. I kept my eyes on her limb as I spoke."I am sure that you have a coterie of devoted fans, Miss Collins..