Wear something sexy. Derek."My hands were shaking as I replied back, "I'll be there."The rest of the day was torture. The meetings were boring, and I ...ad trouble focusing on my work. I rushed back to the hotel after dinner with clients after begging off going out for a drink.I showered shaved and dressed with images of Derek's big black cock lingering in my mind. Putting on a sexy bra and pantie combination, I slid into a silky forest green dress and black heels. I touched up my hair as I. He then took out an assortment of delicate plain silver rings, and slidthem over his fingers, so that every part of every finger had at leastone ring on it between the joints, and on the tips too. By this time hewas finding it very difficult to perform any task with his hands, hisnails and his rings impairing every movement. His lashes, too, wereobstructing his vision and his enormous hairpiece was making moving hishead a slow process. He was shaking with excitement, his hands wereliterally. I slid out of my skirt and we lay making out in our underwear until he slid his hand into my knickers and started to finger me. I pulled them off so he would have better access and kept kissing him while sliding down his boxers. I took them off him and we lay naked while his fingers explored my pussy.“I want you. I want your cock inside me," I whispered, and he smiled as he took his hand away and started to kiss my thighs. He kissed the inside of my legs and around my pussy, getting very close,. Inexorably, relentlessly, inevitably my penis treacherously betrayed my suppressed lust as it began to stiffen. Quite abruptly, the prospect became a possibility, the distinct possibility gaining impetus in proportion to my swelling cock. As I became fully erect, my curiosity imposed itself over my sexual conditioning and the possibility began to take form and crystalise into delectable reality. I slipped tentatively from my seat and, with my underpants and jeans in a tangle around my ankles, I.