Patrick’s hands moved from her face down her body, sending shivers of pleasure over her skin, her afternoon of nothing but physical bliss beginning....His hands reached her full, round breasts, and held them each gently, nervously, even shaking a little.She knelt back, breaking away from the kiss, raising her breasts from his hands, and looked at him.“Lie down,” she said.Patrick obeyed, clumsily moving to a prone position, lying straight onto his back.“Comfortable?” she asked.“No,” he admitted.. Having worked at Ann Taylor as long as she did, she was usedto being dressed up. It wasn't much of a change for her or me for thatmatter.There were other differences though besides not being allowed to wearpants. We couldn't have bear legs either. We had to wear stockings,tights or pantyhose everyday. Clarissa was never big on that stuff, butI wore them frequently anyway. There was also a high heel requirement.We had to wear heels between 3 to 5 inches everyday. That wasn't verydifferent from. Marcie sidled up behind me and lifted my skirt, showing him my white redsatin panties. I grabbed one end, not to be left out, and Kevin moved inon me. Masturbating right up until he was ready to plunge into me. Onefinger moved the panty out of the way and then his prick slipped insidelike a bandit.I started dead on into his eyes. This really wasn't what I expected. Hispenis slid in to my vagina... hardly doing anything. I thought it'd bethis enormous thick rod pushing me aside, but... it. Eagerly getting to work again on his cock, I was in ecstasy... until I heard a voice from the doorway. “Bruv, I can't believe you started without me.” It was Jubair. I removed Andre’s cock from my mouth and gasped, “What’s he doing here, Andre?” “Shut the fuck up slut,” he growled. “Get back to sucking my dick like the tramp you are.” How could I argue? Here I was, being held upside down by a huge stranger, my dress hiked up around my waist, my ass in clear view to Jubair and my pussy soaking.