On the contrary, she seemed to find it necessary to lean forward frequently to point out something in his notebook or in her own notes. Her skin appea...ed smooth and unblemished. He fought to resist the urge to bury his face between her small breasts and then ... do what? His imagination stopped there even if he knew there would be more.He remained erect, and now painfully so, while Sandrine took him through the names of every vegetable he knew and some he’d never heard of.Finally, with a giggle. But I am in need of a little amount of salt for cooking as my husband should get his box ready.Me; – Ohh, not a problem. Please come inside. And pls be seated.I just went into the kitchen to bring salt and meanwhile, she was just scanning all my pics which are hanging on the wall.Me: – Here is your salt.Rani: – Thank u so much, will catch u later now gotta run bye.I was like in heaven. I just removed my towel and stroking my dick such hard that it pained me like hell.By hook or crook, I just. ”“Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress” I said still kneeling. I went to stand but she pushed me back down. “Aren’t you going to thank me slut?” she asked. “Y-yes Mistress.” I replied, baffled to what she wanted.All became clear as she unbuttoned the long black coat she was wearing. She had her dominatrix outfit on- only this time there was no bottom half. She stepped closer and forced her hairy mound into my face. I inhaled her smell and became wet myself. This would be my first time at eating. She canceled dinner, afraid of ruining a lifetime friendship over one night of passion. And as happened so often, they lost touch with each other. Until today.The morning crawled by and Bridget got nothing done. At 12:30, Wilson stepped into the door. She found herself grinning at him for a minute before she remembered to grab her purse and to clock out. In the lobby of her office building, he kissed her. She felt a thrill course through her body. He pulled back and looked at her feet."Just.