Remember that'. 'Please I love them', she said back half crying, her naked back to me as her boots glistened in the light. Her long blonde hair flowin... down to her ass. 'I thought you wanted this'. I nodded 'I do. Open my drawer. I won't say it again' She opened it & inside were a long shoulder length pair of black leather gloves. Her eyes expanded & became intoxicated by them. 'Can I try them on?' she said with both in hand. Not wasting a moment she got the gloves out & slid them down her. She would then release her grasp but leave her tongue on my shaft as she lifted her head off. She continued to deep throat me several times before switching back her attention to the head. Still stroking me as she went. I could feel my cock dribble with the saliva from her and it trickled down me. She then slowed her stroking right down to a horrible teasing pace, giving the head very soft kisses. I tried to thrust my hips upwards to try and reach in her mouth again but she managed to dodge. She looked just as beautiful as she when she left twelve hours ago. She was wearing a black dress that came just above her knees, and her legs where covered in black nylon. She sat on the couch so she could tell me about her evening. I sat in my recliner so I was facing her. She crossed her legs and leaned back to get comfortable. I could just bearly see the darker band of her stocking top as she began her story. The first thing she said was I want you to take off your pajama bottoms. I stood. As his eyes tracked my every movement, I slid my fingers up the inside of my thigh and traced the lace along the edge of my stockings. He continued staring, all but ignoring the conference call, as I moved my fingers between my legs and slowly rubbed them up and down on my mound through my panties. I spread my legs a bit wider to make sure he had a good view of the wetness forming on the sheer fabric, which was making them even more transparent. By the growing bulge in his pants, I knew he.