She undressed slowly, as I sat on the bench, already naked, holding my dick. She slipped her skirt down, and kicked it aside. Her pink panties were a ...ittle wet, I could see. She took off her shirt, tossing it aside, followed by her bra. Now, slowly pulling down the side of her panties, she smiled. She had this look in her eyes, so playfull. She dropped them, and walked over to me. She threw her leg over my lap, bringing it behind my. Then the other side. Straddling me, she took my dick, and. He finally took a stack of papers from his desktop and pretended to be checking them in hopes that anyone walking past his doorway wouldn’t decide to come in for a chat. Three minutes before noon he was out of his office doorway. His assistant called to him as she pointed to her phone. Over his shoulder, he told her, “Take a message.” At exactly noon, he was out the door and headed for his car. As he drove home he thought about unbuttoning his shirt or taking off his shoes but decided that he. She bends forward, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his collared shirt. Despite her best efforts, her fingers brush the skin of his neck. The touch is thrilling in a way it has no right to be. Get it together, she thinks. She will have to be touching him continuously for the next half hour or so. She will never finish the haircut and get out of this situation if she can't control her reactions better than this. As she is fitting him with the barber cape, he speaks. "So. How. Then he thought about how to do it. He wanted her to remember the first time she gave herself to him. He put the tip of his index finger at the entrance to her pussy. "Do you want me?" He growled."Oh yes Sir!" She responded, gasping and trying to buck him into her."You will beg for me like the slut that you are. It will give me great pleasure to hear and see you begging with your words and actions. Everything you want you will have to beg for, and you will not cum until I think that you have.