She was not particularly curvy, butshe knew how to dress to accentuate herself. She woredresses that made her waist seem smaller and her hips seembig...er. She showed a tiny bit of cleavage, just enough tomake you curious. Debbie would purposely lean over a tinybit when she put your mail on your desk, just to see youreyes glance at her breasts. Then as she turned around andwalked back to her desk with that wiggle of hers, she knewyou were ogling her. Other than flaunting her sexuality atme,. On the drive home she was chatting about how she visited various places in Moscow, about the luxurious Ritz-Carlton hotel and how it overlooked the Kremlin. Though I was paying attention my mind was thinking how beautiful she looked on the red business suit she was wearing. I casually put my hand on her knee and started slowly moving it up skirt. “What’s all the hurry Brad? Can’t you wait till be reach the apartment?”She winked at me while removing my hand from her thigh.“So what did you do. The whole scene played back through my head and I began to get hard again from just thinking about your warm mouth caressing my cock, your hands fondling my testicles.I wandered around the room thinking about you. Your body, your smell, your taste, I still lusted for you, even though it hadn't been thirty minutes since you left the room. I kept thinking that I needed to taste you. Annoyingly, I had an appointment for about two hours but then conspired to follow through with my need to see you.I. She took hold of my erection, produced a leather strap, and proceeded to loop it around my cock and balls. It had the effect of drawing my foreskin back, and I could feel my cock get extra hard and engorged with blood. She squatted down over my cock, then with one swift movement impaled herself up to the hilt. “Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Drawing herself up, again she slammed down on it. Faster and faster she went, thumping onto me with abandonment. “YES, YES, YES!” She seemed to.