His hands running up and down my thighs, his fingers wedging themselves into the crack of my ass, his lips sucking the skin on my hairline. It was tot...l bliss.But when his hands began to un-zip the zipper on the back of my dress, I became concerned. Unfortunately, it wasn’t what he was doing but what others in the darkened room would see. My speech slurred I asked if there was anywhere other, we could go. He took my hand leading me into a storage room off the basement playroom. Along the way he. For once she was compensated as she felt as should have been, a promotion up the corporate ladder and a hefty bonus and pay rise to go with it.They headed inside, checked in, and headed up to their room on the sixth floor. After opening the room’s door with their keycard, they shuffled through the narrow corridor and past the bathroom and wardrobes. At the end of the corridor Katie’s eyes widened at the sight of the room. The first thing she noticed was the floor to ceiling windows spanning the. My first impression was that she was ver traditional sexually, and thought that the man does everything. After that when we tried to do real sex, she had a fear somehow of the insertion of penis in her, when ever I tried she would push me back with her thighs. It was a real hard thing for me to maintain trying in such conditions specially that my penis is not long. Whenever we failed in making love, things would turn into drama. She decided to go to a gynaecologist, at first they diagnosed that. All women wore stockings in those days and usually coloured tan. In a work situation these would be 'seamed' and it was essential that the smart working woman kept her seams straight. Horny young men would look at a woman's seams and their eyes would follow them up under the skirt hem (in their imaginations) to hidden delights. I didn't have to use my imagination. It was there right in front of me!One leg dropped from my lap and as I reached under her thigh to haul it back into place across my.