Her hair, shoulder length, hung in its naturally curly state and caressed her bare shoulders and as I approached I saw she was on the phone. She held ...p one forefinger, her single to give her a minute and as I passed by her desk she leaned back a bit and her dressed gapped open in the back. I could see her bra strap and down to the lacey top of her pantyhose.She was so slender her spine showed the bones through the pale skin of her back. I dared not stare, a gentleman simply doesn’t do that,. But not all your hair just half." You smile at the image you've made in your head. Looking at me as though I'm already dressed. "Bra and Thong master? And what about jewlery?" The question makes you smile again and you reach down pinching my nipples. The warm water has made them even more sensitive then they already are and I arch with your hand. Loving the feel of your skin on mine. "Half cup lace Bra, no thong, the emerald earings and the collar that maches the dress." You let loose and. She said something to Heather who nodded and said something in reply that made the older woman rest a hand on her arm. Then Heather closed the door, turned to face me, and waited.I awoke sometime during the small hours. The world around me felt so very different somehow. Life had clicked into focus and meant so much more than it had a mere twenty four hours ago. The old had slipped away and the new lay before me as I got to my feet and went to the kitchen. I returned a moment later and sat. She lay on the floor in front of him gasping for breath, still twisting and contorting from the sensations, and pleading with him. "Mark please! Oh god, please fuck me, Mark. I want you, I want you inside me please!" she whimpered. He smiled. How many times had he wanted her to say that? How long had he waited for those words to come from those perfect lips? He grabbed her panties and slid them swiftly off her hips and as she watched, he smelled the musky aroma of her desire. Tossing the.