Agents, Sam's style of dress was conservative and immaculate.She always wore a dark tailored jacket, usually expensive white blouses, andeither a matc...hing skirt or slacks. Sam wore panties, pantyhose, and a camisoletop to work every day regardless of her choice of skirt or slacks and she worefootwear that was comfortable at a sprint or during her normal fourteen-hour-workday.Amazingly, Sam didn't own a single set of sexy underwear, alluring eveningwear,or glamorous outfits for the bedroom;. Next he leaned over and popped one of the rock hard buds into his mouth, teasing it between his teeth, causing more moans of pleasure with each nip. He sucked each nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around them, savoring his first taste of her feminine flesh.Reluctantly he pulled his mouth off her tit flesh and sat back to enjoy watching Buster devour her. He watched as she raised her hips off the sofa, trying to push her mound onto the dog's snout, trying to pull that long, talented. She still hadn't seemed to notice me, so I skipped pouring any on her as I readied myself to mount the sybian behind her. Her ass was spread open obscenely in front of me, and it took a bit of self control not to dive in and eat her ass out. My cock ultimately won the battle, and I lined myself up with her quivering asshole as she moaned obliviously in front of me. I squirted some oil on her hole as I pressed the tip forward, easily slipping myself in. "WHA-OOOOoooohhhh..." she yipped as she. Obviously, Ryan expected it. He seemed to expect more; his hand was on her bra strap."Lean forwards," he said."But..." She wasn't sure she should. This was a first date, after all. What would he expect on a second or third date?"Lean forwards, little girl." Clearly, if she didn't, there wouldn't be a second date. She leaned forward, and he unsnapped the bra. He pulled down her blouse at the same time."What?" Nobody can see." Well, he could see. But, after she took off blouse and bra, he kissed.