I feel my way between the lapels of my suit coat which hangs loosely from her shoulders. With my fingers pointing downwards, I slide my hand down the ...utside of her skin tight dress until I can feel the top of her slit through the thin fabric. Her breathing quickens and I press my middle finger between her plump pussy lips, feeling for her clit, and my cock hardens against her cheeks. Within moments, I can feel it engorging deep beneath her folds, feeling it popping, flicking back and forth. “Oh, hell,” he said, and I felt the slick graze of pre-cum as I rubbed the slit of his tip. “I can’t...”“Can’t what?” I pressed, sliding away from him and down the length of the tree until I was dropped in a squat, his swollen member in front of my face. With one final pull of his zipper, I released all eight inches of him, swollen and throbbing.“Peyton...” he trailed off as I took him into my mouth, slowly at first, my tongue leaving a trail of hot, slick moisture up the vein of his shaft but. And each time the head of his cock was hitting the back of her throat she gagged on it.I stood there transfixed watching her hungrily taking his cock inside her mouth. After a few minutes, she took his cock out of her mouth with spit and precum drool dripping down, looked up at him and said these exact words.."I really want you to fuck my mouth like it was my wet cunt honey! Fuck it and then shoot that big thick load on my face please!"Upon hearing that he proceeded to really fuck her. On another evening I might have had her change her footwear and walk properly. However, tonight is not about walking, I have chosen the heels for standing in. I wish to see if she can maintain her poise as the evening progresses.I allow her to sit and relax and allow myself to enjoy the pleasure of her company and the sight of her so wonderfully displayed. I savour these moments; having her ready and waiting, eager but nervous. I take my time, watching her sip her wine, smoke her cigarette.