I explained – all the time maintaining a grip on the guy's hand that was near my chips. I purposely did not use any of the pressure points in the ba...k of the hand that would have brought Mr. Craggy to his knees; Harry Benjamin of OKC wouldn't have known about them. Security – there were two of them now – took over from me, and asked the blonde at my side if she had seen anything. She backed my story, without ever letting go of my bicep. That felt nice. I noticed that she was clear about not. I loved the way my ass seemed to fit so perfectly in his hands.He wasn't really any more experienced at this than me, of course. One of the reasons I'd picked him, aside from the fact that he was really likable and easy to talk to, was that he hadn't had much experience with girls.A couple of weeks before, we'd been talking, and I'd asked him if he'd ever had sex. I knew that he had, of course, knew all the details from the girl involved. I just needed to bring up the subject of sex because it. Not quickly enough, though. Before I could put my wine glass down, Steve came around the corner with a bag of laundry over each shoulder.“You finished off the wine?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.“There wasn’t much left. You had most of it.”“Well, maybe. But I weigh a good bit more than you. Tell you what – let me drive us both, that way we won’t have to take both cars.”¡Aroyho! Then he’ll have me at his mercy, and he can work his will on me! “But you’ll have to make an extra trip! You know I. So on Monday I expect to see you in a tight short black dress and nice classy looking high heels and I expect you to do as I say." I said firmly, Natasha bit her lip and looked so hot I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there. "Ok Sir I will do anything you want I really want to work here." Natasha said shylyOn Monday morning Natasha came into the office looking amazingly horny and hot, her shoes were high black stilettos, her black dress was tight showing her ample cleavage off.