I sent her a gift of a silk camisole from an English lingerie designer I had supported for years. The garment fitted her perfectly and the picture sho...ed her breasts and erect nipples through a see-through lace top. I imagined lifting it up and feeling her wet smooth pussy underneath it. I often masturbated when looking at that shot.I replied at once that I would very definitely be up for a meeting and would enjoy showing her London. I did warn her that it was currently very wet.With the time. So it’s even better, I think, when you feel good about it and feel submissive and giving. Well, then, that’s when it’s really sexy.’ ‘Yeah I suppose so,’ you tell me with some remorse, as it almost sounds appealing when it’s presented like that. It makes you interested to ask me more about it, but instead, your thought changes. ‘Damn! That’s gotta hurt,’ you tell yourself. ‘But … well … maybe it’s not that bad. Maybe it’s kind of like–‘ For the moment, you stop thinking about that, and you. I remember her nipple was small and puffy and I longed to suck on it. Every so gently I lay over on my side pulling her down with me, complaining my back was starting to hurt. When we were reclined I moved her onto her back and kissed her fully on the lips her warm firm breast in my hand. We kissed for some time before she asked me if I would like to kiss her somewhere else. That was all it took and my mouth was around her nipple. I still remember the thrill I felt as my tongue touched her soft. Now her nipples are almost obscured by plastic. I get her to put a leg over each arm of the chair, spreading her thighs wide apart, she hold onto the back of the chair for support, my cock is so hard it is nearly touching her pussy, but that is for later. I now put my hand to her pussy she is so wet from arousal, I sink 4 fingers of my right hand into her without any problem, folding my thumb round I push a little a little resistance and my whole fist is inside her she gasps and cums. I slowly.