Her cheek was red. She got up and rubbed her cheek."Now to the fun part.",she said with a smile on her face.She came towards me and positioned her ass...over my cock. She guided my cock into her tight asshole. And then moved all the way down over my shaft till her cheeks touched my crotch. She took it up the ass without a blowjob or getting her pussy stretched. I was amazed. She looked back at me and said with a smile:"Never did it that way?" Nope." Doesn't Miss Peters take it up the ass?" Only. I wanted to be firmly controlled as Iaccepted the curlers. Panty hose, three inch black patent pumps, a softpink man-tailored front button sateen blouse over a box-pleated pale greyknee length skirt. Minimal accessories and minimal make up and I wasready to be tortured and cooked in the name of womanhood.Just as I was walking out the door to go to the salon, the phone rang. Itwas Jacque wanting to know if we could get together as he had traded ashift with one of his workers. I told him of my. ”“That’s another reason I’m only topless.”“Oh. You leak too?”“Like I said, everyone leaks.”Then she did something that threw me for a loop: she licked her fingers.“Mmm. Tastes good. Can I ask for another RR?”“It’s getting a little late.”“A quickie. Kiss my boobs.”“Seriously?”“Seriously.”“Okay. Mwaa! Mwaa!” I gave both of her boobs a little smooch. It was cute but I had to keep going before the bell rang. “Bye.”Emily then caught me in the hall after that. She looked like she had something to. Then I spotted an empty vase in a box of junk that was going to be thrown out,but it was at least 6 ft away.Only one thing for it,lean out of the bed and let myself down gently on to the floor,I should be able to reach it if I stretched.Part one of the plan didn't go too well,as I hit the floor with a thump,but at least I was only a few feet away from it now.I reached out as far as I could and just caught the vase by my fingertips,slowly pulling it towards me.Getting myself into a kneeling.