I pulled the hem up, so I could slide my hand between my legs. I was even wetter than I’d realised. I rubbed myself eagerly, until I was on the brin... of an orgasm, then eased off, barely touching myself for a while, running my fingers through my moist curls for a bit, teasing myself, bringing myself to the edge of orgasm then stopping, just the point of no return. I edged like this for most of the film. My boyfriend had put his arm around me easing it up inside my jumper, and under my top. His. One day, in fact the day is burned into my memory, it was on Thursday the twelfth of June, a man in a business suit came into the shop. “Mrs. King?” he asked. I seemed to know him, but couldn’t quite place him. “I’m Michael Gray, I’m the manager of Burgess and Sons.” Then I could place him. I had met him at the annual works party at the cabinet making factory were Ted worked. I thought he was just a customer and started to ask how I could help him, but then he said, “Could we go somewhere. I cant lose you. I wouldnt know what to do with myself. So, I give you some freedom. The least you can give me is complete honesty. Otherwise, Id think you really have something to hide. ELSA: Not hiding anything, babe. It was just an innocent dance. KYLE: Was he a good dancer. Mom stared him down and said: Oh, yeah, her eyes widened and brightened as she reminisced. ELSA: And you know what they say about good dancers… KYLE (intrigued): No, what do they say? ELSA (teasingly): That theyre great. Fuck my ass."He withdrew — gasping from the feeling of her ass stroking his turgid flesh — but went too far. Her hips twitched, and he slipped out."Oh," she cried, the sound somehow mingling both longing and relief. "Back in."That proved easier than the first time, because her ass had gaped to accommodate his girth. Her chin dropped to her chest and an unexpectedly deep growl escaped her as his cock violated her ass once more. He buried his cock in her ass, and she groaned as he immediately.