She almost always wore navy stockings and occasionally, she would sit in such a way that I would get a really erotic view of her stocking-tops and eve... her suspenders. The lad who sat next to me, named Tim, would also get a good view and his trousers showed the bump of his erection. One afternoon, she caught the pair of us staring at her stocking tops. We looked away, embarrassed, but when I felt able to look again, she was smiling, and had her legs slightly apart so that the crotch of her navy. ” The order from her Mistress was instantaneous.Abby blushed. “Yes, Miss.”She tottered downstairs and saw the outline of a figure through the frosted glass. She opened the door, surprised to see a tall striking woman with dark hair and green eyes smiling at her rather than the usual courier type.Hello Abby, my little slut. Is that any way to greet your Mistress?”“Miss... Miss Fiona?” Abby gasped, confused.Fiona brushed past the frozen Abby, closing the door behind her. Abby stared at her. She. Sometimes they’re sweet, sometimes they’re naughty and often times they’re incredibly private. He just wants me to know that he’s thinking about me and can’t wait to be with me. In fact, he’s been so consistent that nearly all the women in my office await the sound of my message alert and pester me to tell them about them. When the texts are sweet, I share and revel in the jealousy. When it’s the other kind of message, I just blush and let them use their imaginations. As this trend developed, I. Ohhh, fuck me... fuck my pussy, it's been so long. Mike, make me your woman again. I was once, make me once again. Fuck me, baby, I want to feel you cum inside me.”I didn't need much encouragement. Cece always was the best piece of ass I had ever encountered. The sensations I was getting from her vagina swiftly took me over the cliff. My climax shook my body, my cock as deep in her as it could go. I felt rope after rope of my cum forcing its way through my urethra. My cock pulsing as my cum was.