Thank God Lenore washed the Beemer, I'd have hated to park the pickup in a garage as nice as this one. The Gunny laughed to himself, there was more th...n a little truth to the sarcasm, given the ostentatiousness of the building.The Gunny strode out of the elevator, taking only a moment to get oriented, and then presented himself to the receptionist. After identifying himself, he wasn't kept waiting, but instead she led him to a birch-paneled room, much brighter than he had expected. A soft. And during each round the speaker stood in front of her, or behind her, pulling her hair back so her face could get better coverage. But he never revealed his own cock. And at the end of each round he tested her wetness again, taking care each time to bring her ever closer to the edge of orgasm before abruptly removing his fingers and inviting another group forward. She was desperate for release, there seemed no level of humiliation she would not readily accept, she begged him to keep going,. . . something . . .both were in matching outfits, all black leather. There was a corset kind of thing, I think called a bustier, pushing their tits up, leaving their nipples exposed. A garter belt holding up black fish net stockings, and crotch-less, black satin panties. They both had on bright red lipstick. Being totally naked would have been less arousing.I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't blink my eyes. I don't think I even breathed. I swallowed convulsively. After a long. "I’d rather sit alone,” she said. The woman seemed not to hear her, as she moved her knapsack to the seat across the aisle, set her purse and briefcase in the same place and sat down. Raquel closed her eyes, very strange she thought, why would a woman of thirty-five want to sit next to an 18-year-old? Oh well, she tried to ignore it and get some sleep on the hour-long bus ride home. The touch was soft, it felt good and made Raquel uneasy at the same time. She opened her eyes and looked down at.