She took his coat, gave him a drink, took herself to the john and gave herself a lecture. “This is a business dinner. Yes, it’s in my apartment. Y...s, he’s a big guy with a great, fuck-me smile. Given the time and the place, I might. But it isn’t, OK? Remember how it ends up – they all turn into whiny, needy little boys. First they get in your knickers and then they get under your feet.” She had his number, all right. But when he was talking over dinner, she felt herself drawn by his eyes --. You rub it in around my areola and nipples, pinching them a little to make them hard. My nipples are now nice and rosy too. You caress and stroke my breasts for a little as you gaze at them. Then, kneeling in front of me, you take first one, then the other, into your mouth to suck on my tits. I start to cum-wet my diaper as you do this.Finishing with the special side treat for us both, you throw on a pair of boxers, all that you will wear today. Then you go to the closet and take out a pink. She had to admit that she found the sight before her very erotic indeed. They had left the curtains open deliberately, she knew that they wanted her to see them. Margaret thought about it for a while and then started to relax; her feisty mood slowly vanished and a more determined Margaret emerged from the ashes. She let her shoulders fall and her right hand rested between her thighs. As she peeked over the window edge, Margaret stroked herself. As she watched, she must have come two, maybe. A finger caresses my cheek and then it is gone.The sensation returns and now I understand.She is tracing the tip of her finger along the first of the stripes she has drawn on my back, a delicate arousal of inflamed nerve ends and tender skin that has me quiver and tremble with its cruel sensuality.Her eyes hard and bright in the mirror, her gaze unblinking, she traces each stripe in turn, glancing downwards from time to time as I try not to moan at her touch.By the time she has traced her.