You are close...so close...you can feel your balls tighten..your clit throbs with each stoke....you mind can see the cum shooting out..filling your pa...nties....so close........then i stop....you collapse on the floor....panting...throbbing..... i tell you not to touch it, i will be back in a few minutes to finish you. A bit later, you hear the click of heels in the hall...you look up and see me...a blonde Mistress dressed in black... corset, hose heels...standing before you. "we all have our. Standing again I slide my underwear down, now nude. I smile and tell you, “Your turn.” I lean forward and hook my fingers in your panties and slowly pull them down, watching as you are exposed. I always loving seeing you emerge from the silk that covers you. Leaning forward I kiss you as my hand travels up your leg. You press your legs together, but not too tightly as my hand brushes you, causing you to jump. I whisper in your ear, “I want you, first I want to taste you, then take you.” You. He had no love for the irritating desk clerk either."You were right, this is really great," Samantha said as she started on the veal.Peggy joined her and, as they worked on the meal and a second refill of the wine, they learned a little more about each other. Peggy told of her life as a flight attendant and how she also managed correspondence courses that gave her a degree to go with the wealth of practical knowledge she had gained over the years. A combination that had led her to the position. When I got in Carol told me that Deirdre was in the conference room waiting for me. I took a deep breath and marched to my potential fate. Deirdre was sitting at the conference table when I entered, and rose to greet me. I was stunned. She had stolen Joanne Woodward’s face: the young Joanne Woodward, the Joanne Woodward of “The Long Hot Summer”. Her hair was short with curls: blonde. Of course she was blonde. She wore a business suit that concealed her body effectively except that she was.