Her dress and lacey bra lay discarded on the floor next to my pants and shirt. My boxers had been flung across the room. She was still wearing a mesh ...hong and fishnets with garters. She knew the garters drove me crazy. She gasped as I pushed her down in front of me. The desk was exactly the right height for her bend over. Excited, she reached forward to grip the far edge. Her breasts and stomach were flat against the desktop. I gripped her hips and pulled her roughly against me. My cock. Just looking down at her bikini clad ass cheeks caused my Greek god to take over my now raging cock.As she moved her left arm back and forth, her hand began to occasionally brush against my trunks over my erect cock. Then more and more it happened until she quit kicking and lay there holding on to my covered cock. I shifted so that only my hands were supporting her. I began rubbing her pubic area and cupping her tits in her bra.She smiled up at me. My left hand found its way inside her bra. I. " I never really thought about it one way or another. It did its job that is all I knew. I felt down her body and was a bit surprised to find a small penis and balls between her legs. "That is what I was telling you about," she said. "That is very unusual," I said. "Can you have children?" I asked her. "No, I can not; I don't have the right parts inside for it." She answered. "I am sorry," I told her. "I am too," she said. "I can give my man good sex, but no children." "I guess that you are. The carpet was soft and plush beneath my feet as I moved through the living room. The couch was scotchgarded and there was no end table to get in the way. I reached the door, checking through the peephole to see who it was.Our guests.I wrenched open the door and hissed, “Get your slutty, skank ass in here right now, cunt!”Mrs. Armstrong shuddered then gasped as her husband smacked her rump. “You heard her, slave. Get in there.”“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her voice throaty. The closeted.