The older man must have been readingmy mind because he moved his hand from my inner thighto my zipper and slowly unzipped me. His fingers thenslid int... the opening and carefully pulled my throbbingcock out. Still stroking himself, he slowly begansliding his hand up and down the length of my shaft.I began breathing harder and harder as his gentle handcaressed me. Shortly I whispered to him I was ready tocum and he quickly removed his hand. He leaned over andtold me to meet him in the men’s. That she'd been able to changehis mind on the subject was quite odd all by itself - he HATEDcostume parties - but she'd hammered home the point that thisannual event was one of the few times his team came together for"fun" and she'd managed to "convince" him that it was his bosslyduty to show up and join the "fun". In costume."Yeah, right. Sure had fun," he mumbled, only to find himselftripping when he scuffed the thick heel of one shoe on a curb. His arms went flailing in a hopeless attempt. ....The black fishnet stockings felt great on my legs and the short tartan skirt rubbed deliciously against my erect cock.We both knelt on the edge of the bed, our faces pressed down on the covers so our arses were raised high. She began by whipping us in turn telling us what naughty boys we had been. She told us to answer "yes mistress" to every one of her comments.Then she said "its time for Mr Black" and drew out of her bag a long black strap-on rubber dildo and a pink vibrator and some ky. Then she answered, "Oh yes. In fact, I now have even better reasons to recommend you. That was a wicked series of cums." Guy pulled a small post-it note from his pants pocket off the floor and gave it to Chrissie. She put it in her purse, then went into the bath to clean up. Guy dropped her off at the mall, again. Chrissie shopped first, then decided to call Stacy. If Guy hadn't been so thoroughly bewitched by Chrissie and his horn dog fantasies, he would never have had the courage to give.