A picture of his damp boxers, the bulge of his cock clearly winking at me. I wanted it.I entered the office there was no-one around. I went to my draw... and found a botole of hand lotion, that would do. It was about an inch and a half thick and 8 inches long.I went to the meeting room and sat on one of the leather sofas.I ran my hand up my stocking covered legs, my pussy was twitching and by now very wet.I pressed the cold bottle against my clit. I could feel the coldness through the tiny thong i. Bye.? Just like that hewas gone. I was sat there stuffed with black lace knickers feeling very vulnerableand used, but happier than I can ever remember. I have never really watched porn before, there was a gay porn film that agroup of friends all watched together, but that was to laugh and giggle at,for titillation I've always preferred to read it, let my imagination take over.I put Sky on, and had to ring through to order the channels I would need, andthen sat there for 2 hours watching girls. "But then she started doing stuff with me." he looked down at the cup in his hands and blushed. "She started playing with my ass a bit, at first rubbing with it then another time she started playing with it more and then she started putting her finger in my ass." "At first it was kind of fun when she did it and then she started putting two fingers in and then all of sudden she found a spot in me that made me leak like crazy and it was incredible the sensations going through my body." So later. It seemed strange to turn his life into words for someone who had experienced him so directly, indeed taken so much of himself, but it was also comforting. He tried to ask Karen about herself, and she always answered his questions pleasantly, but also without revealing much information that he could later recall.He did discover that she had two sisters just outside Brisbane, and the three of them usually lived together in a lovely old Queenslander up in the mountains. Like Jiri, Karen was.