Finally, she nervously cleared her throat. Mr. Martinez turned, irritated, still on the phone, and emphatically gestured that she should sit in the c...rner. Kirsten retreated to the furthest corner, Mr. Martinez turned back to the window, continued talking without dropping a syllable.Kirsten knelt in the corner, a good thirty feet away from the desk. She knelt on the cold, marble floor and folded her hands primly over her pussy. The air conditioner was on full blast and her sweat quickly. Her hair matched her name, and extended just below her shoulders. Considering the rest of her I settled on an age in her early forties. She twirled the crop-top on her finger like a dancer getting ready to throw her “G” to the audience, and exaggerated the swing of her hips as she climbed the stairs. Me? Type-1 Typical Male Swinger: mid-fifties; five-foot nine; small paunch that I have to work hard to keep from becoming an endorsement for a radial tire manufacturer. Still have a full head of. ” It froze her just for a second, looked down at him. “ it’s always been a fantasy of mine, I want to give you the ultimate pleasure, see other men taking you, fucking in at the same time as me.” “ Tell me” she gasped, the thought flooding her pussy, her orgasm surprising her but making her pussy tighten & spasm. “ cock deep in your mouth, you being fucked twice, your mouth & pussy, both our sets of hands on your breasts, nipples being pulled away from your body. Watching as you bring him off,. Also sometimes my body would jerk and my head would bang against the wooden bench I was lying on and I would lose my place. I shifted uncomfortably and glanced down the length of my body to where my legs dangled off the edge of the bench.Morris Stymer was standing between my legs, thrusting in and out – that should help you understand why my body was sometimes jerking as he thumped into me. Morris’s face was pulled into a grimace and his eyes gazed off somewhere over my head as he fucked me. He.