May I call you, ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Stern,’ pretty please? I rather like the formality of it, at least for now. What is it that you wish from me, si...?” Pippa surprised me, making me feel that perhaps I misjudged my prospects with her, though I persisted, needing to know for sure.“So, Ms ... I don’t actually know your surname, do I? I hoped for a lunch date from you, if that’s possible. Would you be open to that?” I posed the question to her, wondering what sort of reply I’d get.“Just call me ‘Pippa,’. She moaned and kissed him back, her tongue pushing into his mouth immediately.Within seconds, Kevin's hand had grasped one of Sherry's thinly covered breasts. They both moaned when he began to play with the nipple. As their tongues dueled, Kevin began to open her blouse, his fingers shaking as he fumbled with the buttons."Kevin," Sherry sighed into his mouth but she didn't stop him from opening her blouse, all the way down the front.Then he pushed the material aside, freeing her breasts to the. I made him blame himselfeven though, as usual, I was being unfair. He had to go out there andconfess that he was under my thumb, absolutely shaming himself and losingtheir respect, I'm sure. I ordered him not to make excuses but to tellthe truth. What could be better than that?" I'll tell you. Earlier this week, Norbert wore the same panties twodays in a row. He was in a rush because I had given him too much to doaround the house, and that's why he went to work wearing his Mondaypanties on. Her body had adjusted to the size of the invading member, and was now responding to the other sensations it was recieving. Each time time horse drove in and out, the entire lenght of his shaft would graze Lisa's clit, sending powerful waves of extacy through her. She was now able to concentrate on these feeling, and after just and few more hard thrusts from the horse, exploded in her own orgasm. Lisa cried out, yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss, yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssss, .