My hair was curled and it fell on my bare shoulders. My toes were painted purple. I touched up my makeup and took one last look in the mirror. I smile... and knew how sexy I looked. I went down the stairs to find my husband sitting at the bar in the kitchen, reading a magazine. I walked in and stood across the bar from him, on my tippy toes, leaning on the counter. He heard me and put the magazine down slowly. "Oh my god. Get over here, baby. I want to look at you more," he said smiling. I. As he began to work on my shoulders, I felt his bulge rub up against me ever so slightly. As my arms were hanging off the table, it was time for him to massage them next. He did this interesting move where he placed my hand on his knee to steady it, while he massaged my arm. This seemed like a sign to me, so i decided to see where this might go. I slowly at first squeezed his thigh, then i let my hand graze down his thigh and rest near his bulge. He didn't say a word, but kept massaging. He. She took my member in one of her three fingered hands, and examined it for a moment, before tentatively sticking out one of her tongues, and licking it. Her head cocked to the side again, as she returned the tongue to her mouth, and examined the taste.I can only assume it wasn't offensive to her, because she then opened her small mouth, and took the head between her lips.I could feel both of her tongues moving around my shaft, and despite having just spent myself inside her only a few moments. Later that afternoon, just before one of my many trips into his office, I unbuttoned the first button on my blouse. As Mr. Draken spoke with me, his eyes were glued on my blouse. As I left his office, he mentioned that my husband was a serious candidate and the other men didn't have the drive that Rick did. A took a chance and before my next trip into his office I unfastened a second button. This time as I sat in the chair, Mr. Draken stood directly in front of me and stared straight down as he.