Some of my most lurid fantasies involved them finding me in a compromising position and taking me as they saw fit. Not that any of them would have the... imagination (or the equipment) to do that! My skirt was thrown into the corner of the room with my bra and I stepped out of my obscenely expensive shoes. I slowly wiggled out of my silky, lacy panties, enjoying the feel of them slipping down my damp thighs. They were already soaked in anticipation of my time here. I sniffed them, enjoying the. I was more worried about contracting an STD than her mental health over the subject, and i wasnt about to walk inside her room and ask how she was feeling. usually on these long business trips i buy a pretty girl, torture her until death and then pay a man to take care of the body. she might not even know she was going to die within 17 days. i wondered if threatening her with death would make her suck my dick better.i got up, paused, sat back down. i knew if i looked at her my dick would get. And the sexually scary thing is: they haven't even touched my twat. They have my heart beating and going down the road of having a heart attack, but the pleasure is worth it.'I opened my eyes. "And you two are bonding too; I bet you never thought you'd be pleasuring the same woman. It is a dream come true for you, isn't it?" I asked, looking at both of them.Neither of them answered, but I did begin to scrub their heads a bit harder. I breathed ever so heavily and strained myself the best I. "Keep going," I said.She turned and walked up the stairs. Her skirt wasn't short enough for me to see her pussy, but she didn't know that. She turned left at the top of the stairs and went into her bedroom. Her room was pink and girlish, with a four poster bed and stuffed animals placed everywhere. She turned to me after she walked in, and I walked into her arms and kissed her again. I reached under her skirt and cupped her bare ass gently in my hands, drawing a hiss from her. We kissed for a.