You spread them as far as your bonds will allow, wanting to please him so that you can finally cum. “Now ask me again,” his voice moving from you... head to your feet as he walks around the table. “Fuck, please fuck me, just fuck me, Oh Gawd, I need my wet pussy fucked so bad,” you’re shouting it, begging. The need to be filled is all you know at this moment, feeling like the only thing you’ve ever wanted. “Well, if that’s what you want most, I’ll see what I can do,” he taunts back, his voice. He loved the way her ass moved when she walked while wearing high heels. The short skirt of her maid’s uniform barely covered her butt cheeks and he caught glimpses of black ruffled panties and garters with each swing of her hips. Paul closed his eyes and concentrated on the tactile feel of his clothing and the seductive smell of the flowers mixed with the cigarette smoke. The dress was made of heavy satin material and he was very aware of the dress on every part of his body. The tight corset. "On second thoughts, your lack of hair down there gives you a certain childlike innocence that I do find rather cute. Aren't you afraid some sleepless cop might find you a little astray from legal requirements?" I could now see her face quite clearly. She appeared to be fortyish, rather plain, dressed in some kind of tracksuit with a constant and appealing smile. We continued to exchange banter for a few minutes, during which time I lost the degree of vigilance I normally have when out and. You need a bra and panty set for every day of the week. So that's what I got. Then she says you need a supper... And she spun around and took off towards a rack grabed a fancy bra and g string combo and handed it to me. Try this on as she pushed me into the change room. I put it on just in time for the door to open. I forgot to lock it. Lisa stood there staring at me again. You know, I'm getting used to that you know. We both laughed and she said its perfect. Leave it on. Just give the tag to.