I prefer to work in casual clothes but my suits are from Savile Row. My tailors have been supplying my family for generations. By the time I’d finis...hed I looked the English gentleman. Joanna met me in her office. She didn’t recognise me until I walked up to her. ‘Tim! Where did you get that suit?’ ‘Out of my wardrobe. Like it?’ ‘It’s magnificent. Did you borrow it?’ ‘Borrow it? It was tailored for me. It took weeks to get the fitting right.’ ‘You mean…?’ ‘My tailor was my father’s tailor, my. Thin and soft, they feel so good against my skin, especially now with the rest of my clothes gone and the breeze blowing across me. A thin waist band goes around my waist, with a tiny bow in the front. The plain pink fabric gathers between my legs and covers my pussy delicately before narrowing between my legs and becoming an almost embarrassingly thin strip that wedges itself between my butt cheeks and barely manages to cover my ass before joining the waist band again. I hook my fingers around. Once again, her hand was working over his noticeable bulge in seconds flat. And then it was Zeke’s turn, and once again she eagerly returned his kiss while her fingers got busy.“Okay, we better get going,” Jamal said as he pulled Zeke off.Tanya brushed her tousled hair back into place as she stood upright. When the boys had been kissing her and pulling her against them, her dress had shifted higher on her thighs. She shimmied and did that thing all woman do as she pulled her dress back down,. Nervously I asked if he wanted help with that. He motioned me to the floor next to him and I got down there and began to play with his cock. Well, this was not all that I came for, so I lowered my head and took him into my mouth. I began to suck and lick his stiff cock as I massaged his balls.He said, “Wait a minute, slow down, you don’t want me to cum so soon, do you?” That made me feel better; at least I knew that I was doing something right. He got up and lay on the sofa then and I went back.