Buttons, Monica." "Yes, sir." Monica removed her hand from Vicky's inner thigh and undid the buttons, slowly. Vicky stopped her at the lowest one. ..."Let me, baby." Vicky unbuttoned the lowest one and commenced teasing Monica, flipping the blouse open, then closed, then open again. When flipped open, one or the other of Monica's perky breasts showed nipple and a little more. "Stop it, Vicky, someone will see," she whispered. "Yes, they will, and it's Mistress, baby." Vicky pulled the. I held her head and pushed it down on me completely. She was choking with my dick inside her mouth and I let go. She pulled out and said ‘what are you doing…just lie down and enjoy, ok.’ I said ‘ok bhabhi.’She then began licking my dick with circular motions all over the head and then began sucking me. Her mouth was devouring my dick slowly and she began her up-down motions on my dick. I was, meanwhile kneading her boobs. My dick was well lubricated with her saliva and she kept sucking me for. You said you were mature enough to handle this and part of that means keeping it a secret.” “I promise,” she said, seriously. Cameron’s heart was pounding and he could feel every beat in his cock. It was hot against his leg and he already knew he had a damp spot. He wanted to grab her, rip her shorts off, bend her over, and fuck her into next week, but she was a live wire right now. A wrong move would send this whole thing crashing down. Play it cool, he repeated. Be cool, honey bunny. Without. She was stuck in this menial job serving tables for a really mean boss. Her boss, Benny, let everyone else go home earlier and she was stuck there all day and evening! Worse, for Independence Day she had to wear this silly costume: Red and blue stockings (not even panty hose but actual nylon stockings and she had to buy them herself or get fired) A short red/white/blue velvet skirt, a sheer white blouse and a striped top hat. She also had to wear red panties and bra. She had to smile and tell.