"I'm serious Lex. Youhave tons of purple, time to change it up." I nodded at her requestbecause I knew she was right, but I still looked at few purp...e ones.After about an hour, we had our choices. Jenny had settled on a longsleeve green dress that featured a bateau neckline and billowysleeves. It was cut right at the knees and she radiated a glow as shemodeled it for me. It was form fitting enough to make me a bitexcited, but it was conservative enough to be respectable. Her choicefor me. We would have made each other happy. Especially in the bedroom.Then there was Margaret. My mistress of five years. Margaret was a very plain looking woman who never wore make up. I remember meeting her at work. She was a customer of the finance office. I took her payment one day and she was a skilled conversationalist. We stood chatting as her young daughter made out with her boyfriend in Margaret's car. I pointed it out to her and she laughed."Not much I can do about her."Margaret was braless. He kept his muscular, heavy-framed body in excellent condition and could still move faster than many men half his age. As for the quality of his mind, it was generally referred to as being of the steel-trap variety. The son of a poor Wisconsin farmer, he had put himself through college, won a scholarship to the Harvard Business School and gone on to become the top executive and driving force in one of Wall Street's most prestigious brokerage firms.His client, Breckenridge Richmond III, known to. He just walked over and took me in his arms and started kissing me and licking all the cum off my chest and face. He dropped to his knees and started sucking. I looked down and and he looked up at me and pushed my cock all the way into his sucking mouth. I came so hard and so intense I thought I blew the back of his throat off. He smiled and even though I had just come I was still horny. He took something out of his pant pocket. It was Vaseline! He turned me around and reached from behind.