"Jenny ... wow."She had put on the red dress, the pumps, and I saw that she was wearing suspenders and stockings. Unbelievable, what a beauty."Do you ...hink I am beautiful Paul"? she asked me.The dress was tight around her body, and with the heels she was even taller then I am. She turned around, the dress had an open back and I saw that she was not wearing a bra. She placed her hands on her hips. Then lifted her short dress and adjusted her suspenders. I was lost. I walked over to her, got. I set the drop cloth onto the ground and carefully put the knife down next to it, ensuring that it was well within my reach. I tore a piece of the duct tape and grabbed one corner of the drop cloth. I moaned again as I tried to climb on top of the counter. My clothes were still providing too much stimulus to my sensitive skin. I quickly pulled them off, letting the soft moans escape my lips. I was now able to climb onto the counter with less difficulty and distraction. I took the first. With his fingers wrapped tightly in her hair he roughly pulled her head back and his other hand began alternating slaps on each of her huge round ass cheeks. His pace now increased and he was driving her forward with each stroke and then roughly pulling her back by her hair. "Oh God yes, fuck me harder, please fuck me," she moaned over and over again, and then louder and louder she begged until she was screaming it over the sound of my husband pounding her from behind and slapping her ass. This. I would never find out. A few weeks later I called in for a few drinks after work and she was working the bar. It was midweek and very quiet. I was sitting at the bar and she was stocking some shelves with bottled mixers. Suddenly she sort of swivelled her hips round while squatting and I was afforded a perfect view right up her suit skirt. Stockings. Black stockings and black panties. I cock started to immediately stiffen. She was in that position for maybe 5 seconds when she realised that she.