I walk slowly up to you your back facing me. I place a blindfold over your eyes. "I see you have done as your told". You are wearing a short tight b...ack skirt that just covers your bum. A pair of black stockings with high black heels. A white tight blouse with a black bra that's a size to two small so it squeezes your breasts. you can feel my hard cock prodding your arse as I pull your skirt up to see the matching black lace panties. I put my hand over your panties and rub your cunt over. “It’s… touching me.” “It will help it to be over quicker this way, and it won’t be as messy.” he gasped. “I’m almost… there… already!” His hand went from her hip, pulling her back into him in time to her thrusts, slid under her PJ’s top, and onto the bare flesh of her breast, and before she could say any thing, she felt him spurting, the hot fluid causing his cock to slide a lot more freely along the globes of her ass. A few minutes later, he was done, and she heard his breathing deepen as he. Jemma’s perfume still lingered in the air, her fantastic, exotic perfume that made Tom’s head spin. The smell was so luxurious and relaxing. Without knowing what he was doing, Tom had gotten up and had started walking slowly, following the hypnotic fumes of Jemma’s perfume. He walked into the kitchen to see Jemma standing with her back to him, preparing the coffee on the sideboard. ‘Come to me.’ Jemma whispered softly without turning around. Entranced by her perfume, Tom followed the fumes to. “Come on. No one goes in here.” He said as he opened the door.We entered a tiny office that was also covered in dust.There was a couch and a small bathroom.“I own this company. No one has been down here in a long time. No one will bother you. So, tell me everything.” Mason ordered, sitting in a chair.I fell onto the couch.“What do you want to know?” I asked.“Everything.” He repeated.I told him what I knew. I told him that blood and blood types were very important and how I fed. Mason seemed to.