" I groaned. "Such a dirty, dirty little girl."She moaned softly as my hand had slipped down past the waistband of her shorts to her pussy, fingers ma...ssaging the spot between her legs."So wet," I whispered, rubbing her clit a little. "My dirty little girl is so wet."My mouth moved to her other nipple and my spare hand continued exploring her.Casey slipped her hand down between us, feeling my erection grow even harder in her hands, before she pulled away from me and slid down between my legs, a. Her meaty thighs were partially covered by the fishnet stockings. I could see her panty sticking to her tight cunt, maybe all this atmosphere had made her pussy moist.I sat on the sofa chair in the room. I took off my jacket and settled in. I signalled her to crawl till my feet. She crawled all the way across the room. Her curvy ass swayed as she crawled and her round boobs were hanging held by the bra. She came to me and kissed my feet.“Master, please accept me as your slave”, she said after. All good he says Im walking out and I bump into his wife . Well what a sight . She was late 50s, very tall , short grey hair , and the first thing I noticed was her ass was huge because she leaned over to drop a box just inside the door . Her skirt was tight as and I could make out the lace knickers she was wearing Intros were good , didnt make a fool of myself said see ya later As time went by her husband n I did some drinking together on his veranda His wife was never around so I asked what. Setting the phone down, she slowly looked around the office and saw no one. Just as she was about to reach under her skirt, though, there was a knock at on her office door. Miley jumped as if she had just been nailed with a cattle prod. She turned to see her coworker, Trent, standing in the doorway. She swallowed a nervous lump and asked what he wanted. It only took a moment for her to answer his question and, as he walked away, she wondered if he could tell something was going on. She knew he.