With my hand wrapped around my cock. Pushing into her a bit at a time. I got going again, good strong half strokes. Then I slammed it to her hard and ...ast. I reach under and start rubbing her clit. She went into overdrive, groaning and mouthing the word fuck again and again. I was more than ready, the next minute I'm pumping Nora full of my hot load of cum. She went limp as I gave a couple of last thrusts and slipped out of her spent. Not as spent as Nora however. She was totally out of it.. So, here’s what to expect: I like sex with our clothes on. You pull it out and stroke it while I use my fingers and get ready. “When I’m ready, I want you to fuck me; just push my thong aside,” she said almost coolly. “Do you have a condom?” she asked. “No, I’m sorry,” I said with some embarrassment, “I didn’t know what to expect.” “That’s all right; Dianna, get one of your favorite condoms for me, will you?” she asked. She stood up and motioned for me to follow. We walked down a long. " I released my tasty morsel and stared at him. "You'll have to fuck me first… Sir.” My imitation of Dominique’s ‘Sir’ elicited a snort of laughter. "You sarky bitch. Get up and bend over my desk I might have to tan your backside for that." Things were looking up.I stood, released the clasp on my mid-thigh skirt and pushed it over my hips. At the desk, I leaned forward, taking my weight on outstretched arms. I spread my fingers on the shiny surface and saucily wiggled my bum. Chris stood with. Ones she purchased just for this occasion. They were black with elasticized lace at the tops, thigh-high and nearly opaque, and she wore them with a grey mini-skirt, a few inches above the knee, and boots with a considerable heel. She’d thought this out carefully, and she was thinking about it again now, how she’d planned every aspect of her wardrobe and accessories as if she were meeting him for an intimate tryst rather than an introductory luncheon. The contrast of the nervousness in her.