I'll have the dress forever then.ThursdayI'm nowhere near as worried as I was last Friday. I manage to stayfocussed on my work and only occasionally t...hink about what I'm goingto do.I leave work ten minutes or so early and head straight off for theWaterloo and City Line for the first leg of my journey. The train isn't ascrowded as it was last week and I get a seat. I try to read the eveningpaper but I find it hard to concentrate on it.I've brought a large plastic bag with me, folded up small.. Looking up at you from the floor, I smile, lips still tightly wrapped around your staff. I look you in the eyes, even though I know you don’t care for the scrutiny. but I see your face, and know that my effort is being appreciated. Locking eyes, mine on your hazel ones; I drive down with my lips. Down to the base, I take you. My eyes water with the effort, and if it weren't for those puckered, straining lips I'd never make it. I hold, still locked on your gaze, showing you my devotion.. I got up and moved from behind my desk and stood over him, I towered as he stood just over five feet, his mouth level with my breasts, which unashamedly, protruded that extra inch or so, the female mammaries such a sex object for masturbating boys.I extended my hand to him, cooing in a feminine voice, my youthful presence so different from the harsh male environment he was used too, my perfume intoxicating his senses, and as he took my hand I pulled him to his feet, our bodies clashing, his. She was facing me, eyes closed, running her hands through her hair to wet it. My eyes immediately looked down to the exquisite V between her hips where my dick had rested itself waiting for its turn to do deep in.Her neatly trimmed hair formed a triangle pointing to her beautiful love flower. I looked up at her face and traced her sculpted jawline down her neck. My eyes followed the trickling water as it ran between her two round breasts, past her stomach, and between her legs. She opened her.