As I get near the top of the stairs I can see inside the office and greeted with the sight of a woman bending over the desk with her back to me. I hav...e no idea who she is, maybe a client, maybe a new girl, maybe a temp.She is wearing very tight pencil skirt which is stretched across a gorgeous shaped arse. I can just make out suspenders underneath. My eyes travel downwards where she is wearing very sheer black seamed stockings and very high heels. Almost holding my breath, I approach her, she. Lightning bolts of pleasure rode along the nerve endings in my fingers and all the way down to my toes. All that mattered was dirty, hedonistic pleasure. Untamed. Wild. All the things I had never done before. Her sharp nails dug painfully into my thighs. She had swallowed my hard cock back into mouth, taking me deep. She hummed all the way down to improvised jazz numbers, the music of Miles Davis long forgotten. “Cum,” she commanded, letting my dick fall out of her mouth on an upstroke. Her. Tink laid her head down on Mike’s chest, letting out a low rumble like a cat.“Tinker now goblin wife of sweaty man,” she told him, tracing her fingers along his arm.“Tinker? Is that your full name?” Tink nodded, her shining eyes on his. “Well, you Mike, not sweaty man.”“Mike goblin husband. Tink belong to Mike now.” She sighed, laying her head down. Mike held her this way for a bit, letting his body relax. Even as his dick softened, her goblin cunt was still so tight that she held him in. And as usual i waited for her to come upstairs to dry the clothes and i started to shag. She time and again looked at my direction.Again this went on for few days. When she used to come to my room i used to keep my eyes closed so that she didnt feel that shy. But before she left room i used to look at her and she back at me.It had already been few months now. i had gained more confidence now. So this time i decided to change a routine a bit.As usual she came for clean saw my dick and left and.