” “Ha-Ha.” I giggle and shake my head. “Go get ready.”He’s such a dope. He always makes me laugh.I turn back to the mirror to finish my m...keup. After applying the last of my eyeliner, I take a good look at myself. Damn! I’m looking sexy as fuck! I couldn’t help but blush.Being a 45-year-old Southern-Belle, I have kept my looks quite well over the years. People have often said that I look as if I’m in my late 20s or early 30s. I contribute that to having good genes and doing Pilates four. I am not going to turn you in. I just didn't know you were such a little slut otherwise I would've done this a lot sooner” With one hand she starts putting up the divider between us and the driver and with the other she reaches out and grabs the bulge in my pants. She looked me in the eyes and said “If other women are getting it in the office. I want it to.” I assist her in getting my hardening cock out of my pants again not believing what the fuck was going on and she got to work. “Woooww!”. .main dekh rha tha use ko muje ko jaany kya suji main dekh rha tha ki rhaul ki gand motiMoti seema ki upper hai tho main rhaul kya pecch ja ker use ki gand ki hole main ungli kerny lega tho seema ny muje ko dekh liya or booli ki kya irada hai..Main boolo ki kuch nhi tho booli ki rhaul ki gand merna caathy ho main bhi dekhungi plzz dekho na main boolo ki kyone nhi dekho main boolo ki tumhry gar per ice cream hai kya booli kiyes kyone main boolo liyo..tbe tke main rhul ki gand main apna lund. She stared at me for about thirty seconds without speaking then said, “Go to the library and wait for me.” Without another word she turned and left the room. I waited in the library for what felt like ages before she appeared but it was likely only ten minutes. In her right hand was hairbrush with a long handle and a surface about seven inches long by three inches wide. Looking me up and down she uttered a single word, “Strip.” “Deb, lets talk about this,” I said in a trembling voice. “Strip.