She understood him and was trying to say something back. Knowing my wife it was probably something like, “ High, how are you doing?” or something ...ompletely inane like that.Danny was impatient. His hand had wormed its way to her pussy. His fingers massaged her outer lips and could instantly tell that she was hot and ready. I heard for the first time the victorious laugh that Gina had describes to me in her stories. His middle finger roughly slipped inside her, and, bending her over, he bit her. "No one with you today?" he inquired. His face was bland, but Barbara saw something in his eyes."Hi... no... not at all," she replied, perplexed.She turned to look behind her down the passageway to see a number of other employees watching her and her coworker. She didn't really understand Tom's question and she was doubly surprised to see people standing in the walkway watching her. Two of them, women Barbara didn't like... and who didn't like her overly much... both had nasty grins on their. Why wasn’t he satisfied with me, I felt hurt by this? I was angry I’d give him hell when he got home! Then I realized to do this I’d have to open a link to find out what they were about, they were probably quite innocent. So I clicked the first one.” A window opened that showed a big built lady that the blurb said was fifty-five years old. But what got my attention was a series of pictures showing this old woman with a skinny youth in his twenties not unlike Jim the window-cleaning soldier.. After a few more strokes I started lashing her thighs and belly, fast and hard, then slowly and soft. I dragged the leather up and down her body.I turned to my little bag and placed my favorite nipple clamps on her. I surrounded these with ten clothes pins in a circular pattern. I leaned in and whispered in her ear asking if this was too much for her ... she replied back no ... I reminded her again of her safe words as I began placing long rows of clothes pins along her arms. I massaged her.