Dangerous enough to poke my eyes out if I was not careful. All that wasneeded before dressing me was a quick brush of my long golden tresses ofhair.I ...leaded for some pants to wear but was told in no uncertain terms thatladies on Imperium did not wear such vulgar items of clothing. Finally,after giving up my desires as a lost cause, I was dressed in layers ofsilk and taffeta that were laced tightly onto me. No getting out of thiswithout some ones help, the gown floated in long billows of cloth. As his fingers slithered from her, he wiped them on the hair between her legs, spreading stringy wetness through the tight curls and across her naked thighs. As he stepped back, she slid the hand not supporting her weight to replace his between her legs. Her fingers disappeared inside her and she continued to thrust her thighs and whimper. For the first time, the old man noticed the artist standing, watching. He looked cowed for a moment but then a sly smile spread across his wrinkled face when. Reluctantly I did so. It was the first time I was tasting urine. And definitely was not the last.After he was done with his beer he said he had to use the restroom. He ordered me to follow him in. We went in and saw that it was empty. There were few urinals and a single stall. He pulled me into it and closed the lid of the closet. He ordered me to strip. In that small stall I struggled a bit and eventually managed to get naked. He checked me out thoroughly, including my tiny cock and my balls.. (my office is those like open type. Where the worker opposite can see you if he/she slightly lift up her head. And my ex suddenly come over to my table and whisper, I know its time you need it. Without warning, she unzip my pants and sit down on the ground. (All these while I have another colleague opposite me with a table and 2 computer monitor between us, and she started to BBBJ me. The feeling was exciting yet afraid that my colleague might ask what happen to her?I try to let her suck and.