This fantasy thing is going to be unbelievable, I can just tell. I waited thirty minutes downstairs as Cheryl was getting ready. I was on the verge of...going up to see if she was okay when she called down to tell me that it was time for me to join her. I was totally unprepared for what I saw. She was dressed all in black leather. From the bustier to the stiletto heels, she was a vision of naughty, nasty sex. The bustier enhanced her already perfect breasts, pushing them together and upward,. Smith was seated at his desk. Right in front of his desk was a straight back chair. He looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Have a seat Miss Taylor and please explain to me why you could not make it to my office in the ten minutes that I had given you."I sat in the chair and rested my hands in my lap. "Well, Mr. Smith I had to stop at the restroom first. I came here as soon as I was finished. I am sorry that I was late." Well, young lady we seem to have a problem here. You are in grave danger of. "Tammy," he blurted out. "I just have to touch your body! I must touch your pussy. You let us touch your breasts before, how about again?" We entered into profound intense negotiations. I knew once they started feeling me up, it would only lead to sex. I wanted sex, but wasn't too excited about having sex with these guys, but it seemed it would be them or nothing. Maybe it wouldn't lead to sex. Maybe it was possible I could get away with them just touching me. We quickly came to terms. Either I. "You what?" I...I saw you in your living room a couple months ago jacking off...I...I got really horny and fingered myself until I came, watching you. Ever since I've been trying to get you to..."As she trailed off I started speaking. "Let me get this straight, you spied on me first, you make a plan to get me into bed, I accidentally spy on you, and you come over here screaming in my face and making feel like shit? And you actually think that sex is going to make everything better? Get.