She jumped back slightly feeling her face flush. I looked at her devilishly. Sign the papers out on the desk and be at my suite at 7pm. Wear no stocki...ngs, something obscenely short and a thong. Lynn got dressed and started for the door. As she reached the door, I clicked on a tv in the office of a tape of her posing nude and begging to be fucked.The evening was freezing cold. Lynn ran from the cab in her short skirt with no stockings on as she had been ordered to wear. She clung to her coat. Amanda strolled casually over to his lounge and stood at his left side looking down. She made no attempt to cover her breasts so Paul thought "What the hell".. he wasn't going to hide either. Without a word spoken both knew their desires were teetering on edge and could either become an awkward moment.. or explode into a cascade of pleasure and passion.As if in slow motion, Amanda stepped across Paul with her left leg and stood straddled over him. She pulled at the cloth ties on each side of. The restraint that she wore constantly meant that she was unable to do that, so there was further grunting as she swiveled around and lifted her feet into the car. I closed the door and hurried around to my side of the car."Oh god, let's go, I can't sit like this for long!" she begged. "No problem", I replied, putting the car in Drive and heading off swiftly, "but how come sitting like that is so uncomfortable?" There's a dildo? it's up where the sun doesn't shine, if you know what I mean -. I gasped. My right hand grabbed her futa-dick. I held her tight, feeling her throb, as her pussy gave me such delight. My cunt clenched. I felt the heat flowing down my cock to my snatch.Then I slammed back into her. She gasped, her big boobs jiggling. I held her cock as her pussy gripped my futa-dick. The tip was so sensitive. It drank in the silky friction of pumping away at her. I felt the pleasure building and building in me.There was this pressure that had to escape.“Ooh, ooh, I think I.