I lean over his desk to talk to him and he gets a great view of my breasts inside my extremely scantly and revealing dress. I smile sadistically at hi... obvious arousal. He's gone red in the face and he's breathing rather heavily. I shake my tits around a little, giggling now, and I tell him to go home at lunchtime because I want to use his room in the afternoon. I don't bother telling him this, but I plan to give Dean TWO treats today. Cream on legs at my desk, which he knows already, and then. He mixed himself a drink and put it on the end table alongside of the couch. After next turning on the TV, he then walked upstairs.The policeman had a set routine when working the 4 p.m. to midnight shift so that he did not disturb his family when he got home. He had a robe hanging in wait in the bathroom, where he would strip down to his shorts, put it on and go back downstairs. Then he would have a few drinks and watch TV.On this night, there was a slight twist to his routine. For the past. Then she would release my cock and used all ten toes to tease my tight ball sack. This was extreme torture. My hips still thrust and my cock fucked the air. She next kicked the head of my dick with the balls of her feet. Like playing ping pong she used one foot then another to slap my cock from left to right. I was in a place between pain and pleasure. My will was to endure her actions at any cost as I had to have those punishing feet in my mouth again. She bent and her hand toyed. Imagine my amazement when you started speaking of a co-worker. It seemingly took you months to lay what I learned was 'groundwork'. Over a lengthy time frame you introduced the idea that I should help this lady. She, as I said, was a co-worker who was a divorced mother of two grown children. Even though she was a good ten years older than me, she had a personality and figure to die for. Her long legs gave way to beautiful thighs, a slim waist and perky breasts. She had glistening reddish hair.