He sent another image. This time, it was a selfie of him, smouldering, on what appeared to be his living room couch with the message: This one seems s...itable for soaking.I giggled and thought that he was only trying to tease me. It was working. I dipped my finger in my cunt and took a nice lick.J: Ok, Daddy, I did as you told. My pussy is definitely soaking my bedsheets and it tastes so yummy.D: Fuck, if you keep pushing Daddy's buttons you're going to make me come sooner than expected, little. As you can imagine, having her sitting on my bed while I was naked under the bedclothes soon had the old bed snake stirring. It was pretty obvious the effect she was having on me, the bulge under the bedspread was a dead give away. I could see she was trying not to look at it, but could also see that she was fighting a losing battle and her eyes kept flicking in the direction of my now fully erect cock. I sat up and put my arm around her and kissed her. She didn't resist that, but when I tried. "Come in!" he heard a sultry voice call from inside.He opened the door the rest of the way and walked into the President'slair. It was a typical office for the executive of a small company. Adesk, bookshelves, a couple plants. Art, credentials and variousaccolades lined the walls.Nadia was standing near the large window at the back and drinking deeplyof her Venti citrus green tea. Her midnight black hair trailed behind herin a neat pony tail. She wore a red bead necklace, a flowing, silky. He could hear her moving around in the bathroom upstairs and rubbed his cock through his trousers at the thought of her having a bath. He imagined her big breasts floating in the foam; he imagined her towelling her gorgeous body dry; he imagined her rubbing moisturiser into her long sexy legs. Oh shit, she was so beautiful.At last he heard the creaks of his mum's bed as she got in and, not long afterwards, the sound of her turning off the lamp.He waited another few impatient minutes before.