I pulled away, not wanting both of us to get all hot and bothered right away, and heard Michelle sigh as I pulled back. “Why don’t you go upstairs... take a nice hot shower and get dressed and I’ll just make sure the table is set for dinner.” She smiled and replied, “Okay.” I grabbed the bag of food from Michelle’s hand, and as I moved towards the kitchen, she gave me a playful smack on my behind. She gave me a mischievous smile and wink as she headed upstairs to the bedroom. I spent the next. Strong hands roughly grasping her hips, he pulled himself deep, driving her body into the padded bench. She shook with the force that pound- ed her body, face to the bench, arms straining against the bonds about her slender wrists. The shock waves caused her hair to fall, soft about her face, covering her lips drawn back in passionate strain. The force within and without was building, each thrust driving her higher until the peak came, and came, she clenched and straining, begging him please no. My black wig looked and felt silky. ‘Call me, Polly,’ I said seriously, as Theo got up and walked over to me. I put my hands on his wide shoulders and looked up at him. He put his hands on my arse. ‘Can you feel my panty line?’ I smiled, my eyes wide in anticipation.‘You’re wearing knickers too?’‘Naturally, I said. ‘I thought about you when I bought my tights. I even told the miserable bitch who was serving me that I couldn’t wait to wear them for the married man I’m having a passionate affair. On this occasion it was a 40th party in a large detached house in its own grounds.I arrived early so I could get a good look at the rooms, the place was palatial !.The guests stared to arrive so started to click away as is my norm, believe you me there were some stunning women of all nationalities. As the evening progressed I was mingling quite happily when I caught sight of a rather delicious looking Indian lady wearing a rather short red dress with plunging neckline, and hell did she have a.