I take my jacket off and she moves for my buttons. She keeps those baby blue eyes on me, but i can't help but look at the bright red, pouty lips. Her...pitch black hair nicely frames her pale skin and slender jaw line, and that red in that white nearly gives me a hardon all on it's own.My jacket and shirt are lying on that wooden chair and I'm resting my ass on my desk while she unbuttons my pants and pulls them off along with my shorts. She takes the pants down and brings her head up and her. .? Crack. Now tears came, but no sobbing. I hate sobbing women.?Here’s the deal, Mariana, we’re all going to have some fun this afternoon and then we’re taking you to meet a gentleman friend of ours.??NO!??I never want to hear that word from you again,? I said, taking the needle-nosed pliers Hal handed to me. I clamped a nipple and squeezed as Hal held his big hand over her mouth, making her shriek of pain a mere nasal noise. Neighbors.?Ever have your tits whipped?? Fear in her eyes. She shook. “Anytime Miss Stevens,” Mr Jones smirked as he adjusted his pants back into place, “That will be all for this morning I think, but check your emails, I’m going to require you to help me with a special project tonight!” Brittany smiled, “Sure Boss, you know I’m always happy to serve, anytime, day or night!” Brittany was curious, a special project? What could that mean? But she didn’t want to impose on Mr Jones and the important work he did so she turned around and walked out of his office, Mr. In a dream world I started to run my hand further down her back, feeling the elastic of her knickers beneath her nightie. I hadn’t really noticed what I was doing until I heard her cooing at my hand gently rubbing her bum and gradually getting lower. I was lost at this point and couldn’t stop anymore. I gave in to my own misgivings and continued to run my hand ever lower. As I rubbed at Eleanor’s soft peachy backside, her nightie rose upward, exposing those cute knickers. My heart was beating.