‘Hi,’ she said. ‘May I help you? My name is Stephanie.’ She put out her hand for my wife to shake and gave me that sexy half smile. I didn’t...quite know what to say, so I let the little woman do the talking. Sweet Stephanie showed us the bed setup and explained all of the good points and my wife asked all of the necessary questions. When all was said and done, we made the deal to order the set and paid the deposit. Throughout the whole procedure, Stephanie kept giving me looks and that sexy. She returned her attention to the people introducing themselves. Soon enough, one of the tall men stood up to introduce himself. "Thank you for the warm welcome. My name is Christian and I am the manager of our global transport team and warehouses. I'm sure we will get to know each other and work together in no time at all."The man had brown, slicked-back hair and a toned physique that, even under a suit, was evident. He had sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jawline. His aura oozed confidence. You start off with a margarita and he has a couple of shots of tequila and you do a little talking while the band warms up. Once the band begins their first number, the conversation stops and your date scoots over closer to you and puts an arm around you on your shoulder and puts the other arm on your inner thigh and immediately moves his hand up to bare skin. You look down to see his hand hidden under your skirt and you smile and look back up at the band. You are really feeling this jazz music. It was her! A few more strokes and I was bumping on her swollen labia, all the way in. It felt even more incredible. There was some vague sensation on my cockhead at the bottom of every stroke, but she wasn’t wincing. In fact, it was stimulating her even more.“Uuuurrrggghhh!” she groaned in her high, girlie voice. She was pretty out of it by now, her body taken over by the ridiculous amount of cock it was taking. I pistoned rapidly in and out, landing quite firmly, looking at her tiny, concave.