In short, it was incredible. The figures were shapely and arresting. They were sensuous and slightly erotic, but at the same time totally innocent."Wo...w," was all Jacqueline could say."It is good," I managed to say.This has to be one of my favorites," said Jill."Mine too. I really think that I captured something," announced Kelly.Everyone was so hypnotized by the image that we all fell silent for a while."Well, it's starting to get on in the day," stated Kelly. "We should probably think about. She let me remove my pants and shorts but made me keep my shirt on as she mounted me, the short skirt hiding the view of her pussy encasing my cock. She rested on her knees, moving up and down with long strokes. She fucked me like that for a long time. Gone was the jumping jack routine she had used that night at the brothel. And there were no tricks to bring me off quickly. She enjoyed herself and treated me to the best fuck I have ever had.At least twice she stopped, grinning down at me,. “That is fucking hot, Jen. I’m stroking my dick thinking of you. I caught a glimpse of your tits when we met, nice and big.” I feel a ripple of arousal as he confesses in his deep voice. The image of him getting aroused by the thought of my breasts. “Take the jacket off. NOW” His tone is sharper, and it shocks, but turns me on too. I undo the four buttons and slip it off. My nipples are aching and erect. “Look at yourself in the mirror and touch your breasts, slowly.” I do as he asks; holding. It wasn't easy. The office was huge; bigger than Owen's entire flat in Southwark. It was paneled in some kind of light wood Owen didn't recognize, with gold-trimmed doors on either side of Marchant's sizable desk. Marchant was tall and striking, but a little too thin, Owen thought. He had a long French nose and an expensively tailored suit. Owen carefully looked around a little more as Marchant stood up to approach him. The office was even more immaculate than the lobby, if that was.