He looked down and shook his head and said, "Take those off. I hate them. Don't ever wear pantyhose again. That's an order."An order! He was telling m... what to wear, or rather what not to wear. This man I had met only twenty-four hours ago was ordering me to remove one of my undergarments, and never wear it again.I am not sure what I was thinking. I pushed my chair back slowly and rose to stand on legs that only just barely supported me. I stepped away from my desk and I could feel the blood. He was strong and Sally figured he was a bartender by night and lived in a gym during the day. He was not a great dancer but he held her close and that sure felt good. She could feel her breasts mashing against his muscular chest. She enjoyed the powerful arm around the middle of back. He told her she was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen in there. She giggled, stroked the back of his head and whispered, “You dear boy” into his ear. “No, really. You remind me of that actress, the one in. She wants his cock so bad, and then she plunges down on it, quickly, deep, deep, so deep. She's not that tall, his cock is so far up her. He groans loudly and her knickers on his face flutter on his breath before he sucks them back into his mouth.She does this with me, she likes the feel of cock entering her. She repeats the action again, pulling up, so he is almost falling out and then stops and hangs there, the head of his cock barely in her cunt, his dick twitching as he desperately wants to. Pj could sense the passion that was growing in me as I kissed her upper chest and neck with an increasing hunger. Cupping her bottom in my hands, I lifted her upward. Instinctively, her legs wrapped about me opening her being to my own wetness. I lifted her higher so my mouth was directly on her wetness; the head nestled softly in the quivering wet opening of your precious orchid. I lowered you slightly allowing the Tip of my tongue to tease your slippery, wet opening. Pj's breath caught in her.