Garter straps could be seen attached to thigh-high fishnets. A tall, muscular man ran his hand slowly and gently down her back and massaged her tailbo...e as he bent down and murmured in her ear. She responded to his word with a breathy moan and a laugh. He continued massaging her lower back and began to raise her skirt until he had revealed her ass which was round and firm. He massaged her ass cheeks roughly and the audio picked up a low moan from the girl. As he manhandled her ass, he paused to. Quincy turns to his company. “What do you think, Keswick? Was my assertion not valid that Isabel is the slightest of my servants?” The other man cocks his head and swallows a sip of wine. “Indeed. This one must surely offer a worthier sheath for your blade… or mine.” Quincy reaches to her gown and forcefully pulls it apart. A rip of fabric cuts the quiet as her night clothing is abruptly torn to her waist. Katherine gasps at the violence of the act; in the blink of an eye her pendulous breasts. I just couldn't stop myself. And, all the while, I just kept thinking that if anyone found out, I'd lose my friend Amanda. I'd fuck up my family. I was married, and God knows my wife, being the prude that she was, if she found out about it, the world would know. I'd be "that guy" fucking around with teenagers, and I'd never live it down.And here I was, standing with Miranda against the wall, pushing against her, my dick hard, her panties and bra turning me on immensely. And I couldn't stop. I. We became good friends and her husband was a great guy but a little inapt when it came to some of the hands on manual labour that a large country property offers.When I had some time I would stop by and help with basic electrical, swapping a pump on the pool, change the oil.... As this went on for a month or two and we started having a little wine together. One afternoon, after a long week of travel, I got a call asking for some help. I changed and drove over after jokingly telling hem this.