And I hear rumors from the younger lads, that she never wears any panties, so they get a good eyeful if she has her legs open, or if she bends to look...in a low drawer." I see a spark of interest in your eyes as you hear this. "Bend forward," you order, "from the waist, down towards my desk." I do so, feeling my blouse fall away from my body, giving you a clear view inside it. I feel myself blushing as you look, knowing what you can see. "Sit down," you tell me, "legs open slightly please." I. “How’s the writing going?” Sherry asked, noticing the notebook on my lap.“Good, I just finished a poem.”“Can I read it?”“I don’t know, maybe later.”She looked disappointed, pouting, so I said, “Let me read you the last two lines.”“Okay, that’s better than nothing.” She came over and sat on my lap.I opened the notebook, found my page and read, “The sun that shines now on your lovely face, will rise tomorrow from my lyric heart.”“Hey, wow, that’s really good. You’re a real romantic, aren’t you.”. “Straight home,” I told Donovan, before reading a text from Carter, which contained the address of an expensive hotel, downtown. “But, I may be going somewhere, later.”“I’ll keep the engine warm.”I pulled a half empty bottle of champagne from the mini-fridge, and jettisoned my underwear as soon as my phone was put away.My bra came only seconds later. I was a pretty fast learner, as well as dexterous, so it had only taken me a few years of living “the good life” to learn how to slip off my bra. “Oh, Ajay…” she murmured, then she lifted my other hand and pressed it against her another tit. Her nipples hardened as my lips and my hand on the other boob working magic on her.Zoya now asked me to stop and ordered me to lie on the bed, I obeyed her. Zoya now leaned over my body and kissed my lips at first, the feel of her warm whitish flesh excited me. She then stopped kissing me. She leaned over my body again and by moaning over me. But this time I felt her lips on my belly.I shivered as I.