He leans on the arm of the couch as he slowly gets his breath. Moving slowly he walks around to her looking down into her eyes. He watches her as she ...ooks up there is shame in her eyes. He crouches next to the arm of the couch looking at her he reaches up stroking her face. “I am pleased my pet. You may call me Sir when you address me.” His words are soft as he relaxes she can see his shiny cock between his legs hanging slightly limp now. Her mind is lost in thought she had come for him and he. I was seated at my work area, and when I looked up, I saw her sitting right across from me. My heart caught in my throat. Her legs crossed over at the ankles, but what had my riveted attention was the hemline of her dress. It was now just inches below her thighs. I was treated to a vista of her shapely legs as never seen before. I could see the green cast shadows of her stocking clad thighs beneath the dress. I could see where the seam where the leggings gave way to the crotch. And I could see. Tracy responded by nodding her head, then went behind her to get the curling iron, and Miss K decided to have a little fun with Tracy.As Tracy took a section of Miss K's hair and wrapped it around the curling iron, Miss K smoothly spread her legs, then took her dick in her hand and began to stroke it. As she felt Tracy use the curling iron to set her hair into big, bouncy curls, she slowly looked into the mirror at Tracy and stroked her hardening shaft, licking her lips and smiling at her. The second was stopped in mid-swing as he took one step back, braced his weight (he’s a skeleton, how much could there be?) on his back leg and bent back to duck under the swing and catch it with his sword. I saw his next attack coming, but couldn’t do anything about it. I watched in what felt like slow motion as he dropped to his hip at the same time as he was rotating and bringing out his other leg, kicking me right behind the knee. All I could do was roll with it and brace myself for the.