I could see myself massaging his shoulders, asking him how he feels, feeling his energy, me loving the tense handfuls of sexy muscles begging for me t... lay into him… In less than a minute, I quietly closed and locked my office door. I put one of my heels up on the desk and started to play with my pussy through my panties with one hand, flicking and tickling my nipples with the other hand. I was in deep, entranced in my own mind, fantasizing about this guy and how he was hammering me with this. She was wearing a pants suit. The blouse was matching and the top two buttons were open showing her bare chest. Where the skin ended, two prominent peaks pushed against the fabric—she had breasts—very big breasts that caught me by surprise. ‘You’re staring,’ she giggled. ‘You’re beautiful,’ I blurted. Her face turned a deep red. When we entered the customer’s building, Charlie took over. I was overwhelmed and somewhat intimidated by the size and splendor of the building. Our contact met us and. Then, in a boyish way, she whispered: "They say it must be awesome to fuck Mohammed Ali, though." Oh yeah? How's that? He's another one of my big heroes, actually. We grew up with guys like him, Magic, Martin Luther King and B.A. Baracus." Well," Anna continued in a conspirational tone, "he must be like one big VIBRATOR, LOL."Now it was her turn to burst out in laughter; her voice resounded through the roomy interior, but quieted down rather quickly. It was kinda spooky how Shaq didn't seem to. She did it with all the nonchalant poise of a professional, her fingers slowly unzipping her dress as her lushly curved body swayed in time to imaginary music. Her wet lips parted and her eyes glittered with passion. She slipped off the dress and tossed it aside, thrusting her belly out and undulating her hips.Henderson's excitement soared wildly. In bra and panties, Peggy was the ripe, sensual embodiment of pure sex! Her satiny tits spilled out over the top of her bra, soft and creamy. Beneath.