Rose was wearing a damn sexy outfit. She had on a Mini-skirt, that showed her ass off well, and a top that made it look like her tits were bursting ou.... When she came to work every day she always wore a long jacket to hide what she was wearing. She loved dressing sexy, but she really didn’t like being stared at by strangers. I didn’t get to see her outfits until a year after she started working for me. I called her in and said my daughter would like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.. "Would you guys rather be alone?" Sandra asked as she opened the door. She was wearing a little blue crop top that stretched tight across her breasts and left a tantalizing gap underneath. Down below, she had on a pair of gym shorts that were about two sizes too small"Fuck you, babe," Micah shot back as he went into the house and grabbed her."Only if you're nice," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs, pulling him into a long, grinding kiss. "Come on in, Tom," she. "Yeah that's right sissy, you're just dying to spread those legs for me, aren't you pussyboy." I moaned in response, and he jabbed them in roughly, causing me to yelp. "Aren't you?!" He demanded, continuing to roughly finger-bang me. Finger-banged. I was being finger-banged just like some dumb slut. "Yes, Sir." I croaked. "You want to be my pussyboy?" He barked, drilling his bottomless black eyes into mine."Yes Sir- I- want to be your pussyboy." I admitted. He continued to glare at me, our. She moved her chair so she was right across from my friend. Then she sat down and pulled her legs up Indian fashion. From my angle I couldn't see but I know her crotch was in perfect view of my buddy. What she was doing had an effect on him. I noticed as we talked he kept trying to adjust himself without being to obvious. My wife noticed too. She came right out and said are you having trouble there? He looked at me nervously and no. My wife sprang to her feet and said stand up. He said no I'm.