.so real," he said. "And yes, it really feels good." Good," Tiffany purred. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you playwith your tits and rub your...cute little pink nipples all you want." Thesexy young woman turned and retrieved a small shoebox from the edge ofthe room. "These were a little hard to find in your size, or at leastwhat I guessed your size was. You'll have to learn very quickly that as agirl, shoes are extremely important. They can make or break an outfit. Ithink you'll agree. “Here's this Vaseline” I said, and turned to walk out the door. “I don't wanna rub that on my butt!” she exclaimed “Well do you expect me to do it for you?” I said being a smart ass but secretly hoping the answer was yes. “Please?” She said.It was all I could do not to shoot a wad off in my pants right there. I had never been so excited to lotion anything before. “Alright” I replied, trying not to show any excitement, “but, this stays between us, understood?” “I won't tell” She saidShe. Here she was, getting acquainted with his penis. And yet, she didn't even know his name. Her name wasn't Laura either. She made it up – an appropriately sophisticated pseudonym. But he never asked.His cock started getting hard in her hand. She could feel it grow into the familiar form – exactly how she remembered it from the photos she'd found only a couple hours earlier on an Internet forum.She stroked him almost triumphantly. The foreskin would no longer stay over his glans. He was huge and. She goes after what she wants. In fact, it was her that made the moves on me. One day at work, she came into my office to discuss a request. I remember what she wore. Short, tight black skirt, low cut red satin blouse, black pantyhose, wide black belt and black spiked heels. She looked hot. After discussing the request, she eyed me for a moment. 'Let me ask you something.' she said. 'Why haven't you asked my out for dinner yet?' I was shocked. I figured I was out of her league. I thought she.