" I turn and go back inside leaving the door ajar behind me... Reaching into the file cabinet I glance over and see that you have followed me into the...room.Your standing there quietly watching me " If you want, I just made coffee... finding this might take me a few minutes. I am not the most organized person in some areas. This filing cabinet is a mess! " Making small talk to cover my nervousness... Not that you are threatening in any way... for some reason I am just feeling a bit on edge.... “Good!” Jemma says as she gets up, gives Miranda a quick peck on the lips and climbs off, getting back on to her knees in front of me. “Now, what’s it gonna be, stroking or sucking?”“Stroking” Miranda says as she stares at my now hardening dick, moving her right hand from the armrest to her crotch.“I’m sorry, WHAT?” Jemma blurts out, again staring straight at the obviously confused but turned on middle aged women sitting in my living room, still quite unsure of herself.“Stroke that cock!”. He was filled with yearning.When he finally was able to leave, he rushed home and, almost,ran into the house looking for her. She was in the bedroomabsolutely beautiful in her outfit, again, but this time, shehad a bright red corset, black stockings, high heeled open toedshoes, a push up bra, and a red peignoir laying out on the bed.He stopped. "What's all this. Do I get to choose which outfityou wear?" No, this time I'm choosing what outfit you wear. This is allfor you."He looked into her. She smiled at me and asked me, “You want to do it?” I now got up and she gave me the scissors and raised her other arm. I ran my left fingers over her armpit and slowly clipped away the hair in her right armpit with the small scissor. Her armpits gave away a sweaty musky smell that I loved. I bent forward and sniffed her armpits and kissed her there. They were clean now but felt rough and grizzly; there was still a dark patch around both the armpits. She now took up the empty katori and held it.