She couldn’t deny that she found him hot, liked the mustache as she told him, and the rest of him, the narrow wrinkles around his full mouth, his ta...l, athletic presence and even the way he parted his wavy, dirty-blond hair. He seemed honest, too, honest and direct, didn’t give her a lot of the BS she’d heard from some of the guys she’d met since she and Calvin broke up during their freshman year in college. She missed Calvin. More accurately, she missed what they had when things were good. She was thoroughly enjoying watching the man in action, increasingly impressed the more she saw of him. Taking control of the meeting, he managed to ask all the questions she would have, had she not been so overwhelmed.Lucy also found herself uber-aware of every movement he made, every breath he took, every confident glance he sent in her direction to confirm that she was content with what was being said. She knew his thought processes so well but marrying them up to the facial expressions and. “How long have you wanted to be fucked by a dog?” Asks Carol.“Oh, I’m doing it for my husband...” Replies Shannon. “And he’s been talking about it for 4-5 years now ... So I suppose I’ve been waiting 4-5 years...” And she enters the living room, “Is he in here then?”In the living room – Henry is waiting with Rebel, both are very happy to see the new arrival. “Hello there,” says Henry with a wide grin, “you’re Shannon I presume?”Shannon flashes a huge smile at Henry, then turns her attention to. She had to get some shots of him in situ, standingthere leaning over, his black skirt so short that when he bent down toload more paper into the bottom drawer of the photocopier she could seehis panties. They looked like black satin French knickers and from underhis blouse she could see the outlines of a padded black bra, presumablypart of a matching set. She stood there leaning against the doorframe of her office without hisknowledge and focused on his long slender legs. They really were.