I put everything back under her desk and went back to my office.I ran the office, so normally, after everyone had left for the day I would jack off in...my office. I filled her knee highs full of cum numerous times. I had a suspicion that she was snooping in my office when I was out on sales calls. I annoyed and concerned me since I keep my back pack containing sex toys, lube, condoms and lingerie - including her cum filled knee highs. I decided to up the stakes and try an idea. I wrote a note on. I am mildly surprised to see Ilona is not wearing underwear. A rifle through her mind reveals her exposed state to be a condition of her getting the part – for the producers it was not enough to put a hot girl in a fetish outfit for a kids’ show, they had to go that little bit further. I’d disdain their morality, but I’m not that self-deluded. So instead I just enjoy watching Ilona’s petite tanned ass, her movements giving me glimpses of pussy and asshole (both thoroughly cleaned as per my. She watched the sad girl with an attentive gaze. After a bit, she pushed her blocky, long muzzled head under the pillow and scooted until she could push past it and lick Lysette’s chin. She immediately ducked back under the pillow. Her shiny black nose peeked out and with a quick dart Trouble slurped her again before hiding under the pillow.Lysette laughed. This was Trouble’s peek-a-boo game. The dog had taught it to her years ago. She joined in, pulling the pillow away and giving her dog a. The only time she'd worn something this revealing was when she'd gone to the beach in her cut-offs and halter. The skirt... What could she say? If she pulled it down to cover her legs, her butt crack showed, and she had serious doubts about the skirt staying up if she got it lower than her hips. She lifted the hem. She could see her panties just an inch or so above the hem. She had nice legs—she should, she and Miss Turley exercised every day—and she knew she should show them off, but this was.