His eyes snapped open so he could move his gaze back to her performance, not wanting to miss out due to his imaginings. She turned to face her desk fo...r a moment and then bent at the waist, her hands having pulled her panties with them as they traced the skin down to her ankles. 'Fuck,' this view couldn’t get any better he thought as he swigged another shot of whiskey. Her lack of hair on her pussy allowed him to see every part of her labia, the soft pinkness of the inner flesh peeking at him. My insides are dying to gush on your thick boner, baby. All you have to do is screw me. All you have to do is go and drill me with that branding iron pecker of yours. If you stick it right in me, you'll be able to make yourself the happiest man in the world. Don't you know that? Just stick it right on in me and make my beaver pie pussy go wild. I want it, Joe. I want that hot stick of pecker flesh. I want it in me because I'm one of the horniest wild women you're ever going to meet. You know. I also put on a pair of heels which were 4’’ stilettos, but something was not right and the girls said it was my body hair. They ran to the store and came back with a lot of stuff, and proceed to remove all my body hair from the neck down. After that was done they plucked my eye brows and gave me a bath when I was dried off the set me down on the toilet and put make up on me and painted my nails and toes. When I looked in the mirror I could not believe my eyes, I looked pretty damn good for a. I told her I'd love to make slow passionate love to her. I told her I'd lie her on the bad, fondle her, caress her, massage her, orally seduce her till she could take it no more and then make love to her. It was then she told me that at 38, she'd never had oral sex performed on her. Day after day I would insist that we find a chance to meet, and allow me to show her what she'd been missing all these years. Then it happened. One morning she came to work all disheveled, not her. I asked what was.