." David stuttered."Well she is a lucky girl having a...ehh...'man' to buy her all herlovely clothes for her."David weakly mumbled an attempt at a cas...al reply comprising somethingabout his 'girlfriend' working long shifts and that he was just themessage boy.The assistant's only response was a sharp sarcastic snort as she kepther head down, efficiently removing the security tags from his newskirts with practiced ease.She then quite unprofessionally stuffed David's longed for garments intothe. .........I pull down your tights and g-string to your knees, just above the tops of your boots.I pull open your arse cheeks to look at your wet pussy. It shimmers in the hallf light.............I finger you with my middle finger. You are very very wet.......I spit down your spread cheeks and see it run down over your bumhole and into your spread pussy.I stand behind you and rub the spit into your pussy with the tip of my cock.Fuck me you say............And a gent like me is not going to let the. I always want to keep my husband happy. So I always tell him that it’s my fault. We never bothered to go to a doctor for check up too. We were so happy together. We were sexually healthy too. We used to have sex every day. Akeel works for a Travel Solutions company. I teach for an Islamic school. So I used to wear abaya with hijab wrapped for work. I and husband usually go to work by train, but different timings. He goes to work at the 7 o clock train. I go at the 8.Let me tell you about. “I will be your subject and you can verbalise your answers” she suggested and I was all ok with that.She stood up and walked over to me and undid her gown pulling it off, Wow! she had a wonderful slim body with small little titties and standing there in her little panties was a delight, my cock was rising under my robe.“Just remember Frank, three parts which are visual, touch and taste, is that ok?” she asked and I nodded my head as I looked directly at her little white triangle in front of my.