He buries his face into my neck and begins to kiss and nibble me. I respond by reaching behind me and grabbing his cock firmly through his jeans and I...give it a good squeeze. He inhales sharply, whips me around and kisses me hard on the mouth. Is it the alcohol? Is it because I have been celibate for six months, or a combination of the two? Whatever the reason, I want him. Now. And suddenly we are moving, hand in hand, quickly through the club. We weave through the many faces and bodies, some. I still don’t. I never will,” I promised him. I ran a hand along his length. He was hard and hot again, burning for me the same way I burned for him. I began to stroke his cock, determined to jerk him off until he couldn’t handle it anymore. I could tell from his involuntary jerky humping into my palm that I was driving him mad with lust. Good.“Fuck me again, you know you want to. Fill my tight, warm pussy with your cum.”Frustrated, he pushed me hard enough to make me stumble, and something. As Isat my petticoats billowed around me.When she had nearly finished her breakfast I ran her a bath andasked what she wanted to wear. She had to wear her business suitbut she said I could select her underwear. While she bathed Ilaid her suit on the bed and put with it her black satin bra andpanties with matching suspender belt and black stockings and avery pretty black waist slip with a deep lace hem.When she returned to the bedroom I dressed her as if she couldnot do it herself and then. ? Or would you like me to change into those?" She nodded to the pillow still in my lap.I was speechless. She then sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. She was wearing a slightly faded pair of light blue nylon bikini panties with a small daisy pattern printed on them. I saw that her ample bush was bulging on the front panel and that several pubes were peeking from under the leg openings. Not messy or unattractive, just in need of a slight trimming. My hardon began to grow despite.