You stand up and lean over the desk on me, my legs wrapping around you. I sit up to meet you as our tongues fly out of our mouths…darting for eac... other. Our lips haven’t met…our tongues pressing against the others. Finally, our mouths meet swallowing each others tongues…sucking it softly…tasting myself…loving it…not getting enough of it. As you lean harder on me, I can feel your cock pushing and straining against your pants. I grab your shoulders and throw you back. You shoot. Emily was did not appreciate their reaction and turned her attention to Grace.“Do you believe me sweetie ?”, she asked Grace“Of course I do”, answered Grace convincingly, “Was she good ?”.“Oh dearest, YOU have to be good, not Diane”, snickered Emily who was stunning despite her age and just radiated sex. The ladies including Grace had dressed nicely but wore the minimum to be decent. Bras and knickers were excluded or carried in their purse. Blouses were buttoned below the rack. Skirts were. “please send me money now so I can pay my car bill”…some financially desperate….some are lonely…some are adventurous fun seekers…some want a platonic only relationship like the gal I talked to yesterday…Most are romantically practical…looking for a “mutually beneficial relationship”. What constitutes the arrangement between sugar babies and sugar daddies is very much up to the two parties involved. Some guys (and gals) have a veritable pricelist and “appearance fees”…I prefer loosely structured. When you're gone I'll tell him how naughty you are and how in Orlando we left the curtains open while we fucked hoping we got caught. He'd tell me how jealous he is and that he wishes he was in Orlando and was lucky enough to walk by.When you come back downstairs you would be wearing stockings, the black lace body suit, a black thong and your black high heels. You walk into the middle of the room and stand in front of him and say "is this ok instead of any pictures?" he says "wow" and tells me.