Besides, if he did take off the underclothes thenwhen Grace or Trudy, or both came to supervise getting him dressed againhe'd have nothing to hide his...sex, or the stupid budding breasts he wasincreasingly self conscious about. Concealment in pathetic lace andnylon was marginally preferable to voluntarily exposing himself to thosewomen.Time past, and they were obviously intending to let him "stew" a bit.For the lack of anywhere else to sit he rested his pantied bottom on thedressing table stool.. ‭ ‬“Yes,‭ ‬Mr Matthews‭?‬” “Please,‭ ‬close the door Sarah,”‬ he said, “and I told you,‭ ‬call me Liam.‭”‬ His green eyes sparkled and she couldn‭’‬t help but smile. He gestured toward the couch by the wall and they sat. ‭“‬Now,‭ ‬tell me...‭ ‬Why have you been avoiding me‭? ‬Is it because of what happened last week‭? ‬I sure hope you don‭’‬t regret it,”‬ he asked. Sarah looked at her feet,‭ ‬“Um,‭ ‬well not exactly,‭ ‬you‭’‬re my boss now,‭ ‬I can‭’‬t...‭we can‭’‬t...‭”‬ She replied. Her words. I moved my lips to her bare shoulders and arms. It was arousing her. My mouth moved to her chest and I started to lick her. She was beginning to breathe hard. Her nipples were stiffening. I knelt in front of her. I moved my hands behind her back, held her waist, and gave her a hug. My face was close to her breast. Large and ripe like delicious alphonso mangoes. Dark pink nipples. She smiled at me. She caressed my hair. Take them, she said. Feed me, I said. She held my head and with the other. I broke ourkisses and headed straight for her neck, nipping andlicking the sensitive skin. She turned her head andsighed in appreciation.Suddenly she squealed and jumped back from thewindow. There mere inches away was a long slim cock,separated only by the thin pain of glass. His veinsprotruded and his head was swollen, he strokedhimself slowly, his skin gathering near the tip, thenstretching taught emphasising his length.I slowed my ministrations within her sex, but didn’tstop, watching.