As my trousers fell to the floor she let out a pleasing gasp. Her eyes widened at the sight of my sheer lace-top black stockings."Very pretty!" she sa...d as she ran her hand across the sheer fabric.Her soft touch sent pleasure pulses running through my body making my silky scarlet panties bulge. She bent down and ran her hands all the way down my nylon stockings and back up again. Stopping at the top to smooth them clear of any (imaginary) wrinkles and adjusted my suspenders."But darling," she. She springs out of the vehicle leaving the engine and the blue lights on, shaking her long blonde curls out of her beret, while I get the bomb suits from the storage compartment.“I let you take charge,” she announces. “I’ll be no2. Whatever we’ll find in there, I’m sure you can handle it. I’ll only intervene if you do something foolish.” Being here is foolish… risking our lives every day is foolish. But my cock disagrees. It craves this high and her lunatic attitude drives me insane. And her. The Announcer: Deep male voice, never seen on the set.Man 1, Richard Foster: A late twenties man with wavy dark brown hair. He is casually dressed.Woman 1, Robin Foster: An attractive woman in her twenties, she is Richard's wife. She has long blonde hair and is sharply dressed.Man 2, Sam Hirsche: A man in his early thirties with blonde thinning hair. Woman 2, Rita Hirsche: A woman in her early thirties, nicely dressed. She is Sam's wife.Man 3, Gordon Hobbs: A man approximately thirty, dressed. I’d love to see your work. Get to know what rocks your world, what you enjoy.’ ‘Then you’d be the first one.’ Turning back to the mirror she picked up the mascara and started to brush it on her eyelashes, ‘Every other man I’ve ever met is only interested in one thing.’ Misha didn’t say anything in reply at first, just wondered why she thought that she was not interesting enough as a person to only hold a man through sex, but over the past week he had realised from what she had said that her.