Not Ralph... not with Ralph... stop it... stop it... But she couldn't stop it. She was incapable of pulling away, and she could only lie there in the ...ack of the station wagon and let her husband's boss continue to work his hand down between her legs, to tease the hard bud of her clitoris and revel in her soft, elastic vaginal opening.Christ, Taylor thought, she really turns on, just like I hoped she would, damn well knew she would after that night she unknowingly sucked my cock... She's all. It was summer, and was pretty warm in my apartment, so I had draped a light sheet over her. Half for her, half for me. From here I could see the curves of her body shape resting just beneath the sheet, and she wouldn’t freeze to death in here, so I did my part.I dropped myself into my curved gamer chair, the kind that sits on the floor, looking around at the dirty clothes, unwashed dishes, and overfilled garbage can. I was really hoping no one would ever have to see the absolute filth I lived. On the other hand I was also looking forward to this weekend more than I ever have any weekend before. Being the boss has its perks so I quit work early and got home about 3 in the afternoon. I grabbed a sandwich and started packing a duffel with several different cross dress outfits that I have not ever worn for someone else, only for myself. As well as a whole bunch of other things; some toys, dildos, plugs, fully blacked out sleep mask, hand made cat-o-many tails, and more. A little before 5. The hotel was really quite old and I could not help but think that it was not often that you see rooms this ornate these days. Even though the band was in the room next door, you could feel the vibrations in the old wood floor. After completing my phone call to John, I put away the phone and laughed to myself about the trivial matters that my boss feels the need to call me about at ten at night. I sat for a moment in the darkened room which was lit only by the light entering from the doorway..