Tom returned to the room, Dara(Ket) was enveloped in such agony, she hardly noticed he was gone, which was good considering the panic his departure wo...ld have caused her. Despite this, despair filled her knowing every time he left her, she would wonder fearfully when he would return. So fearful as to wish his return in spite of what he would do, so fearful as to desire the pain and humiliation if only for the company. Dara(Ket) crumpled with defeat, now for sure all hope was lost."All right. I always wore (and still do) pantyhose to work under my slacks and when my boss was out of town I would often slip my socks off if I were wearing loafers. My laced dress shoes often tore a hole in the heel of my hose so I kept my socks on when I wore that style of shoe, which was rare because I love the feel/combination of hose and loafers. I had my own cubicle just outside my boss’s office and my desk was positioned that someone would have to fully walk into my cubicle to get a look at my feet. You grab my legs and place them around you. I now can feel your cock, throbbing next to my thigh. I can't wait much longer, I'm about to explode. I pull you closer, you grab your cock. You lean towards me, inserting your hard throbbing cock inside of me. At first your teasing me by only putting the head inside, but I bring my body towards you for more. You thrust deep inside of me, holding my hips, going so deep that I can feel your balls slap hard against me. I open my legs further so you can. After paying for lunch, Johnny and Kathy then walked over to a small patisserie."You look very lovely for an American woman." Johnny said to her while holding her hand.At the patisserie, they picked up some Napoleons, an apple tart, chocolate éclairs, and various mini fruit tarts. Then, they went to his apartment. Johnny then took out a bottle of pinot noir at room temperature. He poured the wine into their glasses and sat with her on the living room floor. They sat and sipped their wine.