The men laughed cruelly as they looked at the poor, helpless secretary, her full breasts exposed to them, her nipples inviting their touch."No, please..." she begged. "I'll do anything, but please, not this!"The men ignored her pleas. The leader pushed up her short blue skirt, revealing the tops of her beige thigh-highs, and her tiny beige panties, far too small to cover her abundant blonde pubic hair. His hand ran up her smooth, silky thigh, finding the warm, moist crevice between her legs,. I want to see what happens and am horny already.The video continues, showing you lay on the sofa your fingers sneaking into your wet knickers the look on your face changing as your fingers find your pussy lips and you start to stroke them. You remove them to show me they are wet and you place them to your lips licking the juices from your fingers. All the time staring into the camera. This is too much and I start to stroke my cock, whilst watching you. I am getting hot and the layers of my. "She was playing with me and I knew it, yet I wanted to touch her so badly."P-please," I stammered, gazing up at her, feeling wretched and weak, painfully small before this statuesque beauty."Please, what?" Please, may I," I began, "please, may I take off your shoe?" Please mistress," she whispered with a smile.I sat up straight, intending to end this right now. It was beyond a joke, beyond an insult. She was way out of line. I was her boss, and old enough to be her father to boot. I sat up. I came to a similar conclusion out on the trail. We can stay friends I’m sure, there isn’t enough passion left for the breakup to hurt.’ Jenny went around my flat collecting her things, she stopped at a pair of panties that Pernilla had sneaked into my backpack. She looked at me questioningly and I told her all about Pernilla. She laughed and laughed. ‘We stayed together much longer than we should have and then you let someone that you obviously have a chance of happiness with just walk away?.