He's working himself up squirming around on the chaise lounge like some sort of dervish in a dust storm. But its no good. She's tied him quite well. T...e redhead returns and smiles down at him, setting a bag on the table beside his chair. She reaches down, thumb easing around the tip of his cock. She rubs at his head and then looks back to his face. She blinks slightly seeing his rather cold, steely expression but then smiles and wraps her whole hand around his cock. He sneers slightly and says. He unzipped his trousers and pushed them past his hips, exposing his striped blue and black boxer. ‘Sit down now,’ Lola said. ‘Sit on your desk, legs spread apart.’ He obeyed her. Of course he did. He pushed some of his papers aside and set down on his desk, his knees to the side. Lola came closer. She stood in between his legs and pushed herself against his bare chest. Her hand cupping his head, the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She pressed her lips against his, his. “Now I fear becoming the same sort of jerk,” I said.“I am sure you are better. What I remember of you is that you were better than your popularity suggested. I should have crossed the yard back in high school, but I feared losing my friends.”“So, here you are again. Choosing between your friends and your heart.” I began to buck upwards, wanting to resume lovemaking. “Follow your heart – we can work on the friends,” I said. “I just remember that I love you, and I want to be there for you as much. I felt a chill run down my back as she took a slow drag from her 120. "Why didn't you cum on my panty as well?", she asked. I was going to reply, but she cut me off saying, "Because you shot your semen into my kitty, right?" My mouth was dry, and my knees were a bit wobbly as she said, "I found your note this morning, but I was awake through the whole thing last night. I watched you masturbate with my bra, and followed you downstairs in the dark to see you cum on this pair of pantyhose." I.