He let me put my bra and dress back on and sat me on his knee again and was serious as he told me I should never tell anybody what we did or I would g...t into trouble, he needn’t have said it as I was petrified that someone would guess, stupidly not stopping him as he pulled my dress up and put his finger into my crack again. He worked it all round and made me feel quite nice in a funny kind of way and I smiled as I wriggled on his knee, giggling now as I asked him if he liked being naughty. It. I think you've been dying to talk plainly about yourselffor a very, very long time. And somehow your new life on the station hasafforded you the means to do that."Tyler gazed pensively into his teacup, rolling Connie's words over inhis head. He sure was talking a lot, conveying his genuine feelingsabout his "new life on the station" as Connie put it, and she hadn't thefirst clue how fundamentally correct she was about that assessment. Heonly rarely talked this much about himself back in Miami,. One of those occasional days when anything and everything that could go wrong would go very wrong. The car had stopped for some inexplicable reason, probably electrical. He had managed to drive for just over a mile from his home towards the office, before it broke down.His Mobile cell phone was on the blink. He was waiting, almost patiently, for a replacement handset. Chances were, it was sitting on his desk at that very moment.So he walked back home to call the breakdown people and let them. .Napoleon...don't you know it's impolite to leave a fillyfrustrated."She moved him backwards and then untied me. She then removed the bridaland bit."If you want that orgasm you better get him hard again," she stated witha wicked grin. I awkwardly turned and got to my knees before him. Hiscock was still dripping cum and was smeared with our juices. Gulpingback my pride and shivering with humiliation my tongue snaked out. Mytraitorous cock of course throbbed at my ministrations. I started at.