“Do you know what I want?” he asked “No,” I said. The thoughts run though my head. I think that he is just joking around but then he turns me ...round pushing me up against the wall hard. He then proceeds to press up against me trying to kiss me. I resist him at first then I kiss him back. He reaches up the back of my shirt and unbuttons my bra. I think he was expecting me to have underwear on but I didn’t put them on yet. I take off my skirt slowly and enter the shower. He follows me in and. Be aggressive, I told her. So now here I was, hearing her tell me that all the talk had finally culminated in her taking the leap. My mouth was dry and my cock was stiffening, and I really wanted to hear all about it right then, but I couldn’t risk being caught talking dirty on the phone at a customer’s house. I swallowed hard and croaked out my response. “Are you telling me you did what I think you did?” She was quiet for a moment, and her response came out sounding like when we fantasized. It’s black, all black. Typical, for him, though she doesn’t mind. The color goes well with her hair, and it is sexy. She pulls up the pieces out of the box. There is a strapless merry widow. Satin thong panties (at least he put in panties this time). There are the stockings, of course. These are sheer, very fine material. No heels this time. She steps into the corset, and pulls it up over her hips. Though it looks like a strict control garment, it moves and slides easily into place. She adjusts. Andrew gave her a few licks from the anus to the clitoris, making my wife moan and move her hips. After his fourth lick, he stood and pushed his stubby fat cock fully inside my wife, making her gasp. Andrew gave my wife a full, deep pounding showing no mercy for her already cum filled pussy. All I could do was to watch as my wife convulsed in a stream of orgasms. She later told me his stubby fat cock had continuous pressure on her clit against her pubic bone, she thought she would lose.