I pulled on my suit coat and ran my hands through my hair, grabbed an empty file folder and walked out of my office. “Paul I need you in the meeting...room now! Bring the Fergusons report with you... hell it’s all messed up,” I yelled stomping off to the private room. He jumped up, slinging papers here and there in his scramble to find the report. He looked panicked, his arms filled with a jumbled up mess of paper and folders. I had to laugh to myself as I waited inside the door for him. He. (‘Guess who I’m jacking off in a theater. Again. Only capturing it for posterity this time. Good job we bought the big tub of popcorn.’)After that came alternating shots, the pair filming each other simultaneously with the results niftily edited in post. He was lying on the picnic blanket, she was riding him with the skirt of her summer dress flowing discreetly around his thrusting groin during a Central Park coitus.Classic box-ticking on the old Fucket List with digital proof of every artfully. As I stripped naked, I found my hands againstraying to my breasts, tweaking the nipples, heaving the heavyglobes together. My mind struggled to prevent my body fromteasing myself so, but without effect. My Mistress' hypnoticcommands are too strong. After successfully causing my cock toharden, I stepped into the bath. "An hour later," she continued,"powdered and dried from the bath, I began dressing for theparty. I started with my black satin panties, garter belt andblack sheer stockings. The I. .. yes." He lets his fingers gently trace over her red flesh, then leans down to lick and suck her nipples and kisses his way down and up her quivering thighs. She moans out as he caresses her burning skin and he can feel the heat of it. He bends down to gently lick at her swollen pussy. She breathes hard, feeling his tongue there. He lets his tongue play along her pussy lips as his fingers tease her clit. She lets out a moan, looking down at him, playing with her pussy. He listens carefully,.