I gave her two books of only dirty pictures of sex scenes. Full of intercourse seen of oral, anal, group-all types of dirty sex. Her chest was moving ...up and down with heavy breathing, nostrils were inflating, lots of perspiration all over her face, she was sweating heavily, and eyes were red, with congested cheeks. Rapidly turning the pages from first to last. I went close to her to see what made her so excited. She didn’t follow, suddenly saw me so closed, she collapsed on the back wall, eyes. “Kara, it’s OK. It really is. If you don’t like it, don’t do it again. It doesn’t interfere with our relationship at all.”“But I feel so dirty, Steve!” she whispered.I had flashbacks to the near disaster that occurred when Melanie and Jennifer had struggled with urges and desires they didn’t know what to do with, and, in Jennifer’s case, suppressed because of social pressure. I wondered if talking to one of them would help or hurt, but I had absolutely no idea. And I couldn’t violate Kara’s. She stared back shocked and then turned to me and walked right up to me close enough that I could feel her breath on my face. "So you want to feel my body up against yours, do you?" Lucy asked sexily in a low voice. I gasped with arousal. "Yes. Is that okay?" I asked."Do you want to feel my wet pussy against yours?" she continued to turn me on making the arousal grow. I could feel my pussy getting wet. Her right hand ran up the inner leg of my thigh and touched my pussy, which made me gasp with. It was just a huge part of who he had been over the past ten years. It was, she also realized, someone who he still needed to be at times. He was a man with a high sex drive and one who enjoyed kink. So, she would make him see this weekend that she still intended to fulfill his need to have a slut taking care of him in the Office. He could be her loving man at home, but he needed to be her boss at work. Her boss that used her body for his pleasure.She smiled, facing the fact that the idea of.