Amy wasn’t dependent on her husband’s income, so she was able to manage the house after the divorce. In fact, she was a lawyer in a big company an...d earned more money in a month than what her husband earned in a year. She lived in a big villa, with her kids, had a really nice car, and even the neighborhood was filled with such nice, urban people, some of whom were also great friends with her and helped her get through tough times.Now, let’s talk about her fantasy. As I mentioned earlier, there. It was strange but heavenly fell for me when she started touching me. Pop my hard dick came out of my shorts and she started the too and fro movement. Already my dick was completely wet due to my previous shagging session, even my dickhead turned pink due to shagging, as this was the second time I’m doing it in a single day it took some time, she continued stroking my dick for another 10 mins in a slow pace, her hand started aching so she started increasing the pace of the hand job I was on top. My two frantic escapeattempts in the company bathroom were wholly unsuccessful. After a coupleof minutes of clawing at my corset belt and chastity, I calmed down andreturned to my desk, still corseted, chastised and with the dildo stillup my ass. The way the pantyhose felt sliding around against the insideof my slacks was erotic, but I was sure everyone could hear the swishingsound in made when I walked.I kept a pair of very high-heeled shoes in my car, and per my littlevoice, I was not allowed. The day came, and I was feeling no pain by the time rolled around when we were supposed to start. I was drunk. Everyone was by best friend. My first visitor in the closet was a girl we call "Yess Bess". I recognized her voice. Now, Bess wasn't exactly fat, but I might go with "thick". She immediately dropped her skirt and underwear. I started kissing her tummy. I felt her hand on my head, pressing me lower. I finally figured out that "tummy kisses" meant "oral sex". Everyone except me seemed to.