He wasn't sure why he felt compelled to address her in such aformal manner, when he was sure that he had told him to call her by herfirst name during ...their interview."Please, it's Jacqueline," she reminded him in a brisk tone, as she ledhim towards the back of the store.Evan quickly glanced around at the various items of lingerie displayedaround the store. He found himself becoming both intrigued, as well asaroused at the numerous styles of corsets, garters, and stockings."So..are you nervous?". “Need a hand to help you finish yourself off?”I looked down at the pic and as I lowered my eyes I saw her cleavage formed from her big dangling breasts. I couldn’t even muster a response, my jaw just dropped open. She walked around the desk and I turned my chair to face her. My cock was still throbbing away. She took her place on her knees between my legs and took my long cock in her hands. “Oh you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” she said as she admired my length and girth.I just smiled as she. You are huge. "Oh god, I love your cock, you have the best fucking cock. Fuck me, fuck me!"My body is trembling as you thrust back and forth, slowly at first. I feel dizzy and I'm panting, the delicious friction of you opening me up, sliding between my wet lips. You begin to speed up, I can feel your balls against my pussy and your fingers digging into my hips. I push back against you, grinding my ass as you fuck me harder and faster. "Make yourself come, stroke that little button, come for. I obsessed and couldn’t sleep. I wanted to relive the intensity and lust of the moment. I had trouble identifying it at the time, but I was instantly addicted to the degrading whore-like lust and wanton nature of being willingly used by someone who also wanted to use me. Finally, almost on time, but a bit late, mom left for work. I went to begin the first part of my dressing ritual and put on my stockings, garter, panties, form-less bra, and my corset. I put a baggy sweatshirt and sweat.