Nick enjoyed himself. He had an attractive confidence about the physical power of his organ. I made I great deal of noise slurping and sucking and got...lost in the moment. Nick spoke “Right, get on the couch, arse up.” He was firm and clear. My submissive side conquered my nerves and I presented to him. This was it.His fist held his shaft and I felt the tip part my cheeks and push at my ring. I had prepared myself. I was smooth, clean and pre-lubed but this wide helmet would be a new experience.. . well you get the idea. I couldn't stand it and escaped as only a true TV can - I ran into the bedroom and got dressed.At least I tried to. I couldn't help myself; I had to see what those little tags on the clothes said. My bra warned me to wash in cold water and hand dry. My girdle warned me that prolonged squeezing of my abdomen could lead to faintness, intestinal problems and funny marks on my skin. My pantyhose could cause strangled calves if worn too long. Boy was I glad to know that, how. Just before she closed the door she turned and asked if I minded if the receptionist; help as she was trying to learn the ropes as a beauty therapist. I never hesitated in allowing her to help; and boy was that one of the better decisions I took. She quickly entered the booth and turning she shut and locked the door saying, "We don't want to be disturbed do we?"She too wore the same crimson red micro skirt showing plenty of the satin gold coloured panties beneath. I was given a dressing gown. He was still behind me and following closely as if he were memorizing how to get to my house. Pulling up the drive, I parked the car and turned it off. Before I opened the door, he had pulled up behind me and turned his own off. Walking around to the passenger side, I opened the door and begin to tug my friend from her seat. She groaned and cursed me for waking her up. But he was there to help her stand up and eased her to her feet. Walking ahead of them, I opened the door and flipped on a.