"Let's go upstairs," she said, her eyes now a darker indeterminate shade. "I think there are a few features you may have missed." I admired her ass as...we went up the stairs. How did she maintain that beautiful crease in the pants? Mine seemed to be so wrinkled. Then there were those small, heeled shoes peaking from the cuffs. So small, so exquisite... no no, I cautioned myself... this is business... money not sex.Straight to the bedroom. The long golden ray of the late afternoon sun streamed. It had been quite some time since the two had texted each other. And that was usually when a group of co-workers were meeting up for happy hour. William's brow furrowed, trying to figure out why she texted him. Maybe it was an accident. Opening the message a photo appeared. It was Shannon's up-skirt photo. The flash had perfectly lit the space between her thighs to capture her black lace panties. However, something was out of place in the photo. William could see her waist and part of her red. She was fabulous! “Um…Can I come in?” I spent an age to ask. “Oh, I’m sorry baby, yes, come on in.” She opened widely the door for me. “Give me a second to dress up Terry” She said in hurry, embarrassed. I smiled, and she ran back to the bathroom. So I went directly to the sofa, and I found it strange that there was a towel on the sofa. When I sat, I discovered something which my heart pumped even faster. I saw a dildo on the sofa, a pink and large slippery dildo…! “She was masturbating!. Well, who could resist a cry like that? certainly not me! so I kept my hands moving slowly over and around her magnificent breasts, feeling and seeing her nipples stiffen and swell, and loving every minute of it! I didn't even try to stop my own reaction any more, just enjoyed the feelings of desire and lust that flowed into my rampant cock, straining at my bathers!Then , of course, I moved on, to her neck and to her face, gently stroking and massaging her soft, soft skin, and when I'd finished.