Then he slowly lowered my tiny thong, telling me to turn around. Stuart then pulled the thong to my ankles and begged me to bend over some. I was wet ...lready and he was about to see that I was. So I bent over and let him get a good look.“Oh my sweet bitch; you are awesome…”My Boss whispered.“Then he told me to sit on his desk and ordered me to spread my legs wide for him. I did it very slowly, making him wait…He ran his fingers across my cunt, spreading my wetness all around. I thought I was. ~~~O~~~ "Because I would be wearing very high heels Mistress Dyvia. Andhigh heels make my ass look so good and my calves look so tight."I smiled. I pulled out a pair of six-inch open toed stilettos and helpedher feet into them, and as I'm sure you guessed, they were violet. "Howdoes that make you feel Violet?"~~~O~~~ "Horny mistress. So horny knowing that all sorts of men wouldwant to fuck my ass, or maybe my mouth or maybe both."I pulled a thong over her feet and up her legs and put it in. She had a little trouble getting it in. I could tell he was quite large. But after 15 seconds or so his cock entered my wife's pussy and she settled down on it, driving it all the way in. She engulfed his cock and I couldn't see it anymore, just her ass with one cheek on each of his legs.She stayed still for about thirty seconds or so, wiggling her ass just a little and kissing him. Then, slowly picking up speed, my wife started humping his cock, getting faster with each passing minute or. She stopped there and let her body quiver on top of his. He had taken his hands from her backside and was holding her tightly around the waist now. Her hips shook and gently gyrated on his lap. She was milking every last ounce from both of them. He simply held on and buried his face in her chest. Once they stopped moving the chill from their sweat soaked bodies suddenly began to set in. She began to shiver and as her head was resting on his shoulder he heard her whimper softly. He.