I ramped it up one more notch. Unlike most of the women in the office who now wore a sheer negligee of some kind nearly every day, I wore them only as...another choice. This day I was wearing black heels, black lace thigh-high stockings, and black lace choker around my neck that gave the feel of a collar. So, to tease Mr. C a little further, I turned my back to him and made a show of smoothing my stockings up my legs by bending at the waist. It, of course, presented my ass to him while my breasts. ”“Yes!” Lori trembled as Yoshiko slid her hand higher, savoring how silky her friend’s thigh felt beneath her palms. “I don’t want to mess things up between Chris and me. And you and me. And him and you. I love him. And you’re best friends. But this ... It could ruin everything.”“Maybe,” Yoshiko groaned, her breasts dangling as she leaned over. She breathed in the tart musk of Lori’s pussy mixed with salty cum. “But it’s too late to stop. We’ve both changed. We both enjoyed what we did.”“God,. He raised his hands and I stopped it there, covering his eyes and holding his powerful arms in place. He started to try and pull it of and I simply said Wait. I slowly released the shirt and he held himself there. Turned on by his compliance, I I began running my hands down his body and marvelled at his muscular chest, his erect nipples, and his firm washboard stomach. I drank in this sight with my eyes and explored it with my hands. I could not believe how erotic it was having this giant man. She knelt before me and reached out to my cock. She was a smart girl and knew exactly what I wanted. That’s what I like about submissive Indian women. They are cool-headed and they are smarter than people think them to be.“Not so fast.” I shoved my wet fingers inside her mouth. “Good girls clean up their mess.”She sucked my fingers like if she was sucking the tastiest cock in the world. It made my cock twitch.“You like to taste your own juice. Huh?” It was more of a statement than a question..