His forehead was now resting on the area between my navel and my pussy, his hands running up and down the length of my legs and his breath on my pussy...just creating more heat. I couldn’t believe it but found myself thinking that if I had not been gagged I would have just begged him to fuck me. His head, still resting against me, my breath heavy, and his hands edging up my torso, past the line of my stockings to touch the bare flesh of my side waste… 'please touch my breasts, please touch my. I was hypnotised. Our lips were so close I could feel her breath on my face. I longed to kiss her; feel her lips on mine and to taste her sweet mouth. I turned to lead her towards my office at the back of the shop. I indicated the chair just in front of my desk. She sat down; waiting for me to, also, settle down in my seat. I looked through her CV, checking that her qualifications matched up to the job description. I began to find it difficult to concentration, her presence was that strong. My. We can smell our own. Her bold stride and practiced sway give her away as a woman experienced with powerful men. Just the kind of woman your Goddess likes to play with, you think to yourself, and wonder how you'll make it through the night with out straining something. Coyly ignoring her, like a good, taken man, you suddenly become very interested in your losing hand as she seats herself. The cheerful croupier lays her hand before her, and you can see the effect her mere presence has on. As soon as she goes, I moved near Vini, she stood up due to nervousness when I approached near her.She was trembling when I touched her shoulders and I can understand the reason very well. I gently kissed her forehead, eyes, cheeks and then neck. Her breathing was increased by the time I reached her top of cleavage portion and kissed there slowly.Then, I moved to her back side, I adjusted her loose t-shirt and kissed her back of the shoulder.Then, I removed her top, she was wearing a black.