?Shit, knickers,? I thought to myself.The item in her right hand was hanging off her middle finger, and shewas swinging it around slightly. It didn?t ...ake me any time at all forme to realise that it was a white bra.She placed the knickers on my desk, taking the time to lay them outneatly, before walking closer to me as I stared in disbelief, not caringto hide my reactions from her anymore.?Ok, so, this goes on like this," she said.I watched as she expertly put her left arm through one of the. He stopped there and then his hands dropped down the front of my chest and across each both breasts until his hands were under them and he lifted them like he was feeling the weight. Again he smiled as raised them several times and then began squeezing them. He looked me right in the eyes, as he continued to squeeze my breasts and said, “You have obviously blessed many men. He looked around at the other men and said her breasts show signs that many men have enjoy them and we will too this night. God, it was true! I am a slut! I love it!I reached down while my boss fucked me and played with my clit. I reached orgasm quickly and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming my pleasure out to everyone in the fucking building!When I came, my pussy clamped down on my boss's cock like a vice. He groaned and exclaimed, "Jesus Christ! You hot fucking bitch!"He leaned over me, pressing his body down against me, possessing me. He reached around and grabbed my tits and started squeezing them. Used to be, I wore them because I hated pantyhose. Now, they conjure up images of hot sex with you. I like now much better! She: Wish I had gone to dinner with you. I’m a little tipsy now, and alcohol makes me a little horny (ok, a lot horny). I’d love to come home with you, maybe reach over and take you in my hand on the drive home. Kiss you at the front door. The kiss gets a little overheated. We move inside and the kiss becomes nuclear hot. Our hands can’t remain still, and we touch each.