I walked slowly through the rain, enjoying it as the cold drops of water splashed on my face and rolled down my gaunt cheeks. I entered the main offic... and headed straight for the mail room. Reaching my apartment number, I fumbled around in my pocket and found the key. I opened the mailbox and looked inside. Nothing. Not a goddamned thing. This trip, though rather enjoyable, had been a waste of precious energy.“Hey, Depesh!”I looked to the source of the melodious voice. It was Seema. I smiled. She shimmied her hips and then drew her warm panties down over her glistening legs and those sexy bone-colored high heels."That's a good girl." I praised her as she handed me the lacy white panties. They were nice and warm, and completely drenched with her womanly nectar. I brought them to my face and breathed deeply, the intense musky scent of her cunt-honey settling luxuriously into my senses. "That smells really nice. Now get back on your knees."She did exactly as I asked, instantly dropping. His shorts were so close to my face. It was my call. I did what I needed to do, tugged his shorts and briefs down and exposed his big cock.If you had asked me what I would be doing now, five minutes ago, I would have blank stared you and wondered myself. Now I had cock and boy was I busy and occupied. I was sucking his big stiffy with his engorged knob. My hand was clenched on his shaft. My lips were shaped around his happy head. He was yanking back on my ponytail to push deeper, in and out of. Hubby was enjoying it too before lifting the skirt up in the back, dropping his shorts, and taking me right there in the case. Before long I was more out of the gown than I was in it and it wasnt long before we both climaxed from the thrill of where we were. We were careful not to soil the dress before returning it to the mannequin. We had just stepped out of the case when a group came in. Man that was close, than we noticed them, cameras in the ceiling. Had our little show been recorded? We.