Mr. Freeman enjoyed this and even more when she pulled her breasts out and wrapped them around his sizable dick and smothered it. “You like that, si...?” asked Angela Mr. Freeman breathed heavily “Yes but I know what you can do that’ll be even better, drop your skirt.”“What?”“You want this bonus, don’t you, now drop your skirt and bend over.” Deciding to get it over with, she bent down and dropped her skirt and panties. Mr. Freeman then got behind and grabbed her hips as he adjusted his penis. By now I thought she was going to tease me to death, just make me ache and then leave me hanging. As she got her shirt open, she left it hanging there for a moment as I got my first look at her flat stomach and her nice tits being held in by her bra. She rubbed her hands inside her shirt over her stomach and then started squeezing her tits, never taking her eyes off of me.Once she was satisfied she'd given me a little show, she removed her shirt and promptly removed her bra. I was amazed at how. Her hair was in disarray, her hands had black ink marks all over them, “Holy—is someone throwing a rager and nobody told me?”Lacey sneered at her for a half step, then stopped placing her hands out with straight serious intention and communicated her talking point as a political leader might, “Artemis, I need you to focus, I have a need, and that is wine, please tell me you have wine.”She shook her head.Lacey sighed, then demanded with an edge of annoyance, “Fine, then break out your. '' Yes what?''''Yes...Mistress...'' I gasped as her grip tightened.''Good girl.'' Grace let me go and kissed me deeping, biting my lip as she did. I felt a pluse in my panties- I was soaking wet. I had always been very sexually submissive but in my current state I was already very close to cumming. It didn't take long for Grace to notice. It seemed to amuse her. She guided me through by the hand to the sitting room, she sat on the sofa.''Why don't you kneel here?'' She tugged on my hand as I.