I thought about documents piling up on my desk. I thought about which bills I would pay tomorrow and which ones could wait another two weeks. I though... about everything except the simple fact that two pieces of cloth were all that kept me from sliding between her legs, into the folds of her womanhood. Nor did I imagine groping her breasts through the jersey, one hand reaching inside--rolling the nubs of her chest gently between my thumb and forefinger. I was so busy not thinking that I hadn’t. And a more beautiful cunt,” I continued as I knew some women like talking dirty.“She smiled, and asked Is your wife not beautiful “? Don’t you find her pussy beautiful ? she teased me.“I know, you men always like another man’s wife and always look for chance to fuck them, we women know.” She was looking at me straight, with her finger in her cunt.“Yes, I agree, but my wife is not as good as you, nor her cunt,” I said and she was obviously pleased.” Your boobs are great and your pussy is ever. This time, say please.” “Spank me. Please?” It’s all I can do to get the words out. The need is so strong that I’m trembling. I can feel the wetness soaking into my panties as your gaze travels over my chest, unconsciously licking your lips. You do your best to disguise the hunger, but I can sense it beneath your cool, in command, façade. “Is your pussy wet?” “Yes, Miss,” I manage, heat spreading through my cheeks at the admission and at the feral smile that follows. My heart skips a beat at. But as his eyes became accustom to the darkness, something did not seem right, yet he could not look away. Even through the darkness he could see her beauty, Her breast swaying with the rhythmic movements from her naked body. His eyes fixed on her, the breeze catching her hair, the scent drifting from her. The muffled sounds caught his attention, to this day he wished he had not looked. On all fours in front of the mystical creature of beauty, was a man. A man being taken, something in him.