I take him and kiss him with a hunger. As long as he can, without breaking my lustful daze, he begins to push inside me. I feel the slight pressure, i...’s filling, and a little painful. I let out a soft whimper, a groan is more like it. He stills, slowing a little, but not stopping. He lets our kiss linger, sucking softly on my lower lip, seducing me into this. It’s what I need. His turgid head begins to open me up, pushing into me, I whine out, but it's a good whine. It feels so good. Yes, it. Ben was disappointed in Sara’s promotion because she was never a very skillful stylist, only nineteen years old, and knew nothing about managing a business. Because she was young and seemed a bit sex crazed, she always ogled the male stylists because, by law, they were always naked. She of course, was not.Keira put Sara in charge and left the building just as the first clients were arriving. The late morning and early afternoon clients were typically stay-at-home moms or elderly women.Ben’s. His head was swimming for a moment, then, the avatar's programming took control again.He went back into the box to find the cream and the suction cups. He opened the cream, put some on his thumb and index finger, pulled the half cup of the corset down out of the way, and massaged the cream into his nipple and on his areola. It felt really strange, kinda nice, but strange because he knew he was a man and the pleasure he received was strange. Then he took the suction cup and squeezed the bulb,. Her sweet perfume intoxicating him. Those lean long legs, the tight little ass.. "Fuck" He swore to himself, feeling his cock ache at his semi. He was never going to get to sleep tonight. He couldn't stop his mind wandering to her. How many times had he shamelessly stood in the shower, jerking himself to thoughts of her. Remembering a trip to the beaches, her prancing down to the water in a bikini. Or those hot summer nights where she wore thin nightgowns that barely covered her thighs. All.