Always my lady use to see me in office while going and while seeing me she used to smile by seeing me.One day I asked her number and we use to chat a ...ot in Whatsapp. We use to talk after the office hours and at last she is in a mood of loving me. But I told her that I had a gf and she loves me very well and we both like each other. For that she said she also needs me and she is in deep love with me. I said I want to know how deeply she needs me, to my surprise we were on lift and she has given. I bit my lower lip and swallowed hard. Sister Felicity was sitting in her armchair, her face adorned by a look of deepening voyeuristic satisfaction. The only words I could hear within the glazed confines of my mind at that moment were “You disgusting little harlot.” The effects this time, however, were very different and very much more pleasurable. I gasped as Sister Theresa’s fingers found the flimsy covering of my white cotton panties and slid effortlessly under my crotch. My hips. Lily was so excited at this tidbit of knowledge she couldn't wait to share it with her Sir. When they got back to the table, she leaned down and whispered "come dance with me please". Her Sir stood up, took her by the hand and walked her to the dance floor. It was a slow song... as she felt his arms wrap around her and pull her in close, her heart skipped a beat and she felt that familiar warmth between her legs, she smiled inspite of herself. She reached up encircling her arms around his. It would have been wrong to leave their clothes strewn across the floor where they had fallen. There would be enough rushing around if anyone were to rattle the door trying to come in. I slipped my feet once more from my shoes and quietly walked over to pick up their discarded garments. There was something both exciting and very attractive in the feel of those clothes to my fingers. That underwear would have been a joy against the skin of the wearer. It would also have made an.