She’ll taste my pre-cum, feel the heat of my lust, and bring me to the edge, cupping and squeezing my balls.But wait, what’s that? It’s footstep... coming toward the door.And there she is, wearing a white tee-shirt and white satin knickers, standing behind the half-open door. "Thank God it's you, come in quickly," she said.She reaches for a hand, pulls me inside, and immediately squashes her body against mine. Kissing me lightly, then deeply, her tongue dances with mine while her hands rove. When Susan stepped back, she said, “Thanks for bringing lunch. What did you get?” She began undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt, pulling the tails out of her skirt.“I got what you said – sausage and peppers for you, meatball for me. What is this place?”Susan had removed her shirt, was removing her bra. “You planning to stay dressed up for this? It’s a company suite. The partners use it for entertaining, for visitors, and for fucking their secretaries. Today was supposed to be for one. Then, towards the evening, we came back to my place. He really liked our house. I showed him around, my room, my parent’s room and our kitchen. Since Nakul lived alone, he developed a fondness for cooking. He was very much interested in the kitchen. My mom had the kitchen renovated very recently. She converted it into a modular and had separate shelves more International items, cheese items and so on. It was a rectangular shaped with three sided slab and a working cum centre table in the. Laid out on the bed, in all its shiny, black, fetishistic glory, was the Catwoman suit that Steve took such delight in having me wear. Although it bore a tremendous resemblance to Michelle Pfeiffer's costume in "Batman Returns," it had certain . . . alterations. The area around the nipples was open, and the area between the legs was exposed, front to back. The only other exposed area was around the face. I had worn this suit many, many times, and it was always uncomfortable, hot, and.