Let’s see if these clothing requirements are OK for you.” He paused, thinking. “I’m going to be very specific. I prefer stockings to pantyhose... but some pantyhose at work is OK.” He glanced inquiringly at Helene. She nodded.“One day a week, pantyhose with a skirt that comes halfway between your knees and waist or higher. 3-inch heels minimum every day.“I like it so far,” said Helene.Encouraged, Gene went on. “Blouse or dress, you always show some of that intriguing deep cleavage.”“How’d I know. ” Max grunted as he squatted behind her, using his powerful leg muscles to drive his cock home into her asshole. Her asshole was gripping his cock as he drove into her. “Cum in my asshole sir. Please cum in my asshole. Please.” Nikita begged.It drove Max over the edge, and he pushed her head down onto the concrete and gripped her hips, increasing his pace and pushing himself over the edge. Finally he came, spurt after spurt of thick cum spurting from his cock into Nikita’s tight little. ? I had never heard Dan talk to me in that way. I heard myself say ?Yes, Sir.? It felt appropriate and right to say this.Dan fucked my mouth with a vengeance. He pumped his stiff cock in and out of my mouth, pushing it viciously down my throat in a way he had never done before. And he quickly exploded, moaning loudly and spurting his thick cum into my mouth and onto my face. I had never in our married life experienced my husband like this before. I was amazed. To be honest, I was highly. The office was probably about twenty five square meters, which in itself was sickeningly large compared to my tiny, claustrophobic cubicle. Her large desk and the chair I occupied and its partner dominated half the room with a small coffee table and another four chairs occupying the other half. Against the interior wall furthest away from the door was a tall slim bookcase which housed everything from leather bound law books to a sleek stereo unit, from pictures of Jenny with suitably impressive.