He was about six-feet-one-inch tall with dark hair, dark eyes, and broad shoulders. He was toned, but not bulky. He welcomed her in genteely.As she l...oked around, she smiled. It was a large, well-lit room with candles and mood music. There was a massage table on one side, a comfortable couch on another, and a bed set up in the corner.“Your design team did well,” she said. “It feels comfy in here.”“Yup,” he said. “Different women want different things. We like to be accommodating.” He let. “Do you really think so Dave? I have two children at home and I filled out some since my marriage.” My cock was throbbing as I watched her undress and told her she was still the hottest woman I have ever seen. I wasn’t lying. My entire body was alive with lust for her. I asked if George knew she was doing this. “Oh lord no! George is still an old fashion guy and would never understand. But he doesn’t make much as a bartender so I do this part-time to make ends meet.” I could care less why she. His body shook, and he spasmed and jerked around, his cock buried in Kimberly's pussy. His sperm shot into her, ricocheting off her cunt walls, and filling her pussy. He pulled out from her and stumbled over to a chair, trying more to stay alive than to catch his breath.Kimberly stood up, a big smile on her face. She could feel the old mans cum run out of her pussy and soak her panty crotch. The red silk darkened in front of the awaiting men's eyes. Another man stood, "You must be number two,". But of course the moment couldn’t last forever. I was mindless with arousal, and I began to babble, “Please, Sir… Oh god, please, Sir…” But You walked around to stand beside me and, putting Your forefinger to Your mouth, hushed me: “Shhh.”Then You plucked my panties from the bedpost and stuffed them into my mouth.In an instant I was right back here in this office, the picture you had taken of me earlier - tied to my desk with my panties in my mouth - filling my mind. I groaned with arousal.