I couldn’t tear my eyes away. As for the state of my cunt, I could feel that wonderful warm trickle teasing its way down the insides of my thighs.�...That’s my good little fuck toy.”She tapped the toe of her shoe against the inside of my left ankle. Taking the hint, I moved it slightly to one side. Then she tapped the other, alternating back and forth until my legs were spread wide, the edge of the table pressing sharply against my hips.“I’m going to tie you down, baby. And I’m going to make you. "Since then I have this fear of intimacy. As soon as a man tries to touch me in an intimate place I freeze up. Jim, I care a lot about you and I want us to move our relationship to a new level. I want to do that now." My face blushed scarlet as I added, "Jim, you don't know the dreams I've had about us!"Jim reached over and touched her face, "I didn't know, Charlie. I knew there was something, but I thought I'd just go slow. I've had the same kind of dreams." He put his strong arms around her. She was wearing his favorite outfit: A sexy little pink negligee, with white thigh high stockings, and a pair of strappy sandals with the four-inch heel. The light color’s matched her skin tone and blue eyes perfectly. Antonella gave him a kiss and a hug like old times. She grabbed his hand and escorted him into the living room while making small talk. ‘How was your day? Did you have trouble with traffic?’ But Mr. Harris was too excited and nervous to engage in small talk. Especially when they. A task like sending me a photo of them in panties at work. Theyhad every excuse in the book. They couldn't get alone to take the pic.They used a company phone that could be monitored. They didn't wearpanties to work because they were afraid someone would see them. Or,even worse, they would lie and send an old picture of them in panties.Usually with a giveaway in the background that proved that they were intheir bedroom and not at work.I devised other simple tasks too, to separate the fake.